Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit
going from pole to pole,
thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not turned back
nor cried aloud anxiety.
Under the blows of fate ax
my head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
yet the menace of annimi finds
and 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.
WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY (1849 - 1903)
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