Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
Black as the 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 nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It 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.
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thank you for visiting my blog. It is about hopes , dreams,desires and aspirations.These are the emotions which make us going.Which show us a way to us when it appears it is the end of all roads.Please don't go without saying hello - I'd love to hear from you, your comment inspires and motivates me.