know this poem....know me

out of the night that covers me
black as a 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

in the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody but unbowed

beyond this place of wrath and tears
looms but the horror of the shade

but yet the menace of these years
finds and shall find me unafraid

no matter how strait the gate
how charged with punishments the scroll

I AM THE MASTER OF MY FATE
I AM THE CAPTAIN OF MY SOUL