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    Invictus poem written by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY.

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    INVICTUS

    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.

    In the fell clutch of circumstances
    I have not winced nor cried aloud.
    Under the bludgeonings of change
    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.

    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