IN THE FELL CLUTCH OF CIRCUMSTANCE
I HAVE NOT WINCED NOR CRIED ALOUD
UNDER THE BLUDGEONING OF CHANCE
MY HEAD IS BLOODY BUT UNBOWED
BEYOND THIS PLACE OF WRATH AND TEARS
LOOMS BUT THE HOROR OF THE SHADE
AND THE MENACE OF THE YEARS
FINDS AND SHALL FIND ME UNAFRAID
IT MATTERS NOT HOW STRAIGHT THE GATE
HOW CHARGED WITH PUNISHMENTS THE SCROLL
I AM THE MASTER OF MY FATE
I AM THE CAPTAIN OF MY SOUL
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