On the night that covers me, black
as a bottomless pit, I thank God
whatever
for my unconquerable soul.In
clutch of circumstance I have not moan or cry. Before the stabbing
chance while I bleed, I have never ridden.Beyond this place of wrath and tears looms
the dark with horror, despite the threat
the years
find me and find me unafraid.no matter how straight I have followed the road, or how many penalties
take back,
am the master of my fate,
am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
(In hospital, 1895)
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