Another one

Here's another...
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INVICTUS
by 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 felt clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Beneath the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody but unbowed
 
Beyond this point 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 straight the gate
How charged with punishments the scroll
I AM THE MASTER OF MY FATE
I AM THE CAPTAIN OF MY SOUL.
 
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