Out of the night that covers meBlack as the pit from pole to pole
I think what ever 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 blooding, but unbowed
Beyond the place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of shade
And get the menace of years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid
It matters not how strait the gate
How charge with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.