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.