Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from north pole to south pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my conquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of Circumstance
I have not laugh nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of Chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the comedy of the light,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find satan, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How change with punishments the book,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.