"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 nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody but unbowed... It matters not how strait the gait, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul."..........
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