I thank whatever Gods may be for my unconquerable soul.
In the Fell Clutch of circumstance I have not winced or cried aloud,
Under the bludgeonings of fate my head is bloody, but, unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and trees, Looms the horror of the shade,
and yet the menace of the years finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishment, the scroll.
I am the Master of my Fate, I AM the Captain of My Soul!
this is a poem Nelson Mandela used, a mental recitation everyday, from what I understand.
I found it through a movie...(Morgan Freeman, Matt Damon)... of the same name, Invictus.
It's a fine piece of Victorian pronouncement, and I shall not leave this gem behind.
And, it's a great feeling to recite it out loud.