In the face of fear

Out of the night covers me.

Black as the pit from pole to pole.

I thank what ever gods may be,

For my uncouquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance,

I have not winced nor cried aloud,

Under the bludgenings of chance,

my head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears,

Looms but the horror of the shade.

And yet the menace of the years,

Finds, and shall find me, Unafraid.