A Thanksgiving

From brief delights that rise to me

Out of unfathomable dole,

I thank whatever gods there be

For mine unconquerable soul.

In the strong clutch of Circumstance

It has not winced, nor groaned aloud.

Before the blows of eyeless chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

I front unfeared the threat of space

And dwindle into dark again.

My work is done, I take my place

Among the years that wait for men.

My life, my broken life must be

One unsuccourable dole.

I thank the gods- they gave to me

A dauntless and defiant soul.