Out of the night that covers me
Blacks as the pit from pole to pole
I thank GOD for my unconquerable soul
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of fate
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
Find,and should 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
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