| OUT of the night that covers me, |
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| Black as the Pit from pole to pole, |
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| I thank the only God who is |
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| For my unconquerable soul. |
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| In the fell clutch of circumstance |
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| I have not winced nor cried aloud. |
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| Under the bludgeonings of chance |
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| My head is bloody, but unbowed. |
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| Beyond this place of wrath and tears |
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| Looms but the Horror of the shade, |
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| And yet the menace of the years |
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| Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. |
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| It matters not how strait the gate, |
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| How charged with punishments the scroll, |
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| I am the master of my fate: |
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| I am the captain of my soul. |
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