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 bloodied but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears 

Looms but the Horror of the shade, 

And yet the menace of the years 

Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll, 

I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.