out of the night that covers me black as
the pit from pole to pole I thank
whatever God's may be for my
unconquerable soul 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 and yet the
Menace of the year's 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
you
No comments:
Post a Comment