Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever Gods may be
For my unconquered soul.
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever Gods may be
For my unconquered soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody,but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of shade,
And yet menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
And yet menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishment the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
How charged with punishment the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
(I found these lines written by William Ernest Henley very inspiring and really close to my heart so here it is on my blog.)
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