Beyond
night that covers me black as the bottomless pit,
I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul
.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have never regretted
not have blinked.
Submitted to the blows of fate
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror
Shadow,
the
menace of the years Finds, and me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged
of punishments the
am the master of my fate:
am the captain of my soul. William Ernest Henley
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