The Poem in-which Nelson Mandela drew strength whilst in prison.
"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."