Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
for my uncoquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I've not winced or 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 straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I AM THE MASTER OF MY FATE;
I AM THE CAPTAIN OF MY SOUL.
CAGE TITANS XXXVII JAN. 27TH
PLYMOUTH MEMORIAL HALL