The Poem in-which Nelson Mandela drew strength whilst in prison. Invictus "Out of the night that covers me Black as the pit from pole to pole I thank wherever god may be for my unconquerable 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 shade, And yet the menice of the years, Finds, and shall find me unafraid It matters not how straight the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul." |











