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 cluth of circumstance
I have not winched nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeons of chance
My head is bloody but unbowed
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade
And yet in the meance of the years
Finds, and shall find me unafraid
It matters not how straight the gate
How charged with punishment the scroll
I am the mast of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.
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