(Written by Ernest Henley, who suffered with a bone TB at the age of 3. It led to the amputation of his leg at the age of 17.  His bravery to face his extremely depressing personal circumstance must have led him to write this poem entitled "Invictus," a Latin word which means "unconquered." He died at the age of 53.)

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.

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 years
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.

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