Invictus by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that coverse
Black as tha pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods maybe
For my unconquerable soul
In the fell cluthch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings if chance
My head is bloody but unvowed
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 straight tha gate
How charged with punishment the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul

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