Fate.
master
I am the
of my
captain Soul.
of
m
the pit fro
pole to pole, I thank whatever g
os may
be for
my
unc
o
nqu
era
ble
s
l
ou
t
Ou
th e
h
ht t
nig
ck as
e, Bla
m
s
over
at c
fell clutch of circumstance
n the
B
ey
on
d
Under th
e bludgeonings of chance
head is bloody, but unbowed
ri
af
un
e
dm
ad
I
I H av
e not winced nor cried aloud.
MY
th i
sp
lac
e
of w
rath
s
and
an d
finds
tears
s
r
a
e
looms b
of the y
ut the hor
ror of the shade, and yet the meanace
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishment the scroll
l fin
hal
Fate.
master of my
I am
captain Soul.