out of the night that covers me black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soulin the fell clutch of circumstance i have not winced nor cried aloud under the bludgeonings of chance my head is bloody but unbowedbeyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of shade ad yet the menace of the years finds and shall find me unafraidit matters not how strait the gate how charged with punishments the scroll i am the master of my fate i am the captain of my soul