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 clutch of circumstance I have not winced not cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
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 fine me - unafraid
It matters not how straight that gate
how charged with punishment the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.