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 of cicumstance,
I have not winced or cried aloud,
Under the bludgeonings of chances,
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 gait,
How charged with punishment the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
