Out of the night that covers me, Black as a 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 or cried aloud. Out of the bludgeonings of chance, My head is bloodied, but unbowed. In this place of wrath and tears, Looms 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 punishment the scroll. I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul. The sentiment is Luciano J. Ercolini The poet is William Earnest Henley 1850-1903
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