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 fi...
