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<u>Invictus, William Ernest Henley</u>

OUT of the night that covers me,	 
<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;Black as the Pit from pole to pole,	 
<br>I thank whatever gods may be	 
<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;For my unconquerable soul.	 
  
In the fell clutch of circumstance
<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;I have not winced nor cried aloud.	 
<br>Under the bludgeonings of chance	 
<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;My head is bloody, but unbowed.	 
  
Beyond this place of wrath and tears	 
<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;Looms but the Horror of the shade,
<br>And yet the menace of the years	 
<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.	 
  
It matters not how strait the gate,	 
<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;How charged with punishments the scroll,	 
<br>I am the master of my fate:
<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;I am the captain of my soul.	 

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