Out of the night that covers me,
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
Looms but the Horror of the shade,

I have not winced nor cried aloud.
And yet the menace of the years
For my unconquerable soul.
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

Under the bludgeonings of chance
It matters not how strait the gate,
I thank whatever gods may be
How charged with punishments the scroll,

My head is bloody, but unbowed.
I am the master of my fate;
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I am the captain of my soul.