In researching his book, "Jim Reeves: His Untold Story," Larry Jordan acquired massive amounts of Mr. Reeves' personal paperwork, dating from his childhood onward.
Here is a reproduction of a poem he especially liked. Note the date on it.
It was a work by William Ernest Henley, which reads in full:
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the fate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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