Invictus
William Ernest Henley
1849 to 1903
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Out of the night that covers me,
Black as pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the of the shade,
And yet the menace of the
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
am the master of my fate,
I am the of my soul.