Out of the night that covers me,
\nBlack as the pit from pole to pole,
\nI thank whatever gods may be
\nFor my unconquerable soul.<\/p>\n
In the fell clutch of circumstance
\nI have not winced nor cried aloud.
\nUnder the bludgeonings of chance
\nMy head is bloody, but unbowed.<\/p>\n
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
\nLooms but the Horror of the shade,
\nAnd yet the menace of the years
\nFinds and shall find me unafraid.<\/p>\n
It matters not how strait the gate,
\nHow charged with punishments the scroll,
\nI am the master of my fate,
\nI am the captain of my soul.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":28,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-63185","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"featured_image_urls":{},"yoast_head":"\n