Invictus, a poem by William Ernest Henley

I am sure kids are familiar with this poem, though I am not. I am posting here for the sake of parents like me. 

The following is from https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/51642

Invictus

By William Ernest Hennley

 

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. 

 

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. 

 

It matters not how strait the gate, 

      How charged with punishments the scroll, 

I am the master of my fate, 

      I am the captain of my soul.