Out of the night covers me
Black as the pit 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 fate
My head is bloody, but unbowed
beyond the place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade
And yet, the menace of the years
Find, and Shall Find, me unafraid
it matter not how srait the gate
How change with punishment the scroll
I am the MASTER of my Fate...
I am the CAPTAIN of my Soul....
(by W. Ernest H.)
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