1875 

                                    INVICTUS

                            by William Ernest Henley








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                           INVICTUS
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            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.
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            In the fell clutch of circumstance
              I have not winced nor cried aloud.
            Under the bludgeonings of chance
              My head is bloody, but unbowed.
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            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.
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            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.
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                             THE END