Invictus
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.
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