out of the black night that covers me
black as a pit from pole to pole
i thank whatever gods there 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 shade
and yet the menace of the years
finds and shall find me unafraid.
it matters not how straight the gate
how charged with punishments the scroll
i am the master of my fate
i am the captain of my soul
--william e. henley
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