"Out of the
night that covers me
Black as
the pit from pole to pole
I think
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 the
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 gate
How charged
with punishments the scroll,
I am the
master of my fate
I am the
captain of my soul."
William Ernest Henley
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