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.🏁

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.🏁