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 Invictus William Ernest Henley - 1849-1903 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. ------------------------------- Want to weigh in? Comment here, or log in to our private facebook group - The Manlihood Mancave to discuss this with other men! Interested