Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
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 Hemsley
w. 1875;
p. 1888
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