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.

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Echoes [1888], no. 4, In Memoriam R. T. Hamilton Bruce (“Invictus”), st. 1, 2