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 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 the shade,
And yet the
menace 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.
