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