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: I am the captain of my soul.