Out of night that covers me,Black as the pit from pole to poleI thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstancesI have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is bloody but unbowed.Beyond this place of wrath and tearsLooms but the Horror of the shadeAnd yet the menace of the yearsFinds and shall find me unafraid It matters not how straightThe gate, how charged punishments the scroll,I am the master of my fate;I am the captain of my soul. The author is a student at Sonrise High School. Ends
