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 amd tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, amd 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.
Books in PDF format to read:
Sri Swami Sivananda - Thought PowerAleister Crowley - Ahab And Other Poems
Paul Foster Case - The Life Power
