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.

by William Ernest Henley

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Determination, fearlessness, Tis all we need to be successful. Good compositin.
this is so good. peace
His mind is without fear Courage is the best virtue. He has realised that his soul is invincible..He is advising all of us to develop such strong mind.Circumstances has taken him in its octopus grip, but he is not crying.His head is bleeding of burden of bad chances, but he keeps his head high.He says he is the master of his fate and captain of his soul.
I recited Invictus as part of our seventh grade regional forensics contest and was awarded 2nd place. Always loved the poem. Take heart! Never give up. Never surrender. (Galaxy Quest)
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