Out of the night that covers me,
\nBlack as the Pit from pole to pole,
\nI thank whatever gods may be
\nFor my unconquerable soul.<\/p>\n
In the fell clutch of circumstance
\nI have not winced nor cried aloud.
\nUnder the bludgeonings of chance
\nMy head is bloody, but unbowed.<\/p>\n
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
\nLooms but the Horror of the shade,
\nAnd yet the menace of the years
\nFinds, and shall find, me unafraid.<\/p>\n
It matters not how strait the gate,
\nHow charged with punishments the scroll.
\nI am the master of my fate:
\nI am the captain of my soul.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"