"INVICTUS"
by William Ernest Henly

   Out of the night that covers me,
   Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
   I thank whatever gods may be
   For my conquerable soul.
   In the fell clutch of circumstance
   I have not winched nor cried aloud
   Under the blungeonings 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 straight the 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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