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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 winces nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance, my heart is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears looms the horror of the shade,
and yet the menace of the year finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
how charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul
[Invictus by William Ernest Henley] |