September 1, 2003

•                           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,
  

  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 years
  

  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.
  

  
  

  William Ernest Henley

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