Out of the night that covers me black as the put 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 year 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.
Posted on: Wed, 18 Sep 2013 18:03:43 +0000
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