Invictus
William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Ā Ā Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
Ā Ā For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
Ā Ā I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
Ā Ā My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Ā Ā Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Ā Ā Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
Ā Ā How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
Ā Ā I am the captain of my soul.
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