“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 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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