• In the fell clutch of circumstance,
    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.
    Yet the menace of the years
    Finds and shall find me unafraid.

    It matters not ow strait the gate
    Or how charged with punishments the scroll.
    I am the master of my fate.
    I am the captain of my soul.