| Invictus... William Ernest Henley... |
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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. |
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In the fell clutches of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. |
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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. |
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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. |
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