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INVICTUS
by William Ernest Henley
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 bloodybut unbowed. -
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Findsand shall find meunafraid. -
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. - -
THE END