Out of the night that cover's me.
black as the pit, from pole to pole,
i thank whatever god 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 heart is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears,
looms but horror of shade,
and yet the menace of years,
finds and shall find me afraid.
It matters not how straight the gate,
how charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
WRITTEN BY
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WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY
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