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 circumstances,
I have not winced or cried aloud,
Under the bludgeomings 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 menance 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
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