,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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