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Invictus 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 fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud; Beneath the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody but unbowed. Beyond vale of wrath and tears, Looms but the horror of the shade; And yet the menace of the years Finds, and 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. - William Ernest Henley |