of William Earnest Henley
Out of the night that covers me black as
the deepest abyss, from one pole to ' another,
I thank whatever gods
for my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud aloud:
under the hammer blows of fate
My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this shore
of wrath and tears
lies not simply the horror of darkness,
And yet the menace of the years
I am and find me unafraid.
No matter how strait the gate, how charged with punishments
life.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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