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 fall clutch of circumstance

   I have not winced or cried aloud

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 the shall find ,me unafraid

It matters not how strait the gate,

  How charged with punishment the scroll,

I am the master of my fate

  I am the captain of my soul.

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