In the fell cluch of circumstance
I have not winced or cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed
It matters not how straight the gait,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captian of my soul.
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