Out of the night that covers me. Black as the pit from pole to pole. Thak whatever gods may be for my anconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance. I have not wince not cried aloud under the bludgeonings of chance my head is boodg put unbowed. Begond this place of wrath and tars Looms but the Horror of the shade get the menace of the gears find, and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how sttait the gate How charged whth punishments the scroll.