Omega Psi Phi
Kappa Chapter - Alumni
Invictus
INVICTUS
by Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as a 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 bludgeoning 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 straight the Gate
How charged with punishment the Scroll;
I am the Master of my Faith;
I am the Captain of my soul.