Statue of Libery --- Sol Invictus
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.
The famous poem had a remarkable author. William Ernest Henley was born in 1849. At the age of 12, he contracted tuberculosis of the bone, a disease that led to the amputation of his left leg below the knee when he was around 20 years old. Over time his right foot became diseased as well, leading to a three-year stay in the hospital. He died of tuberculosis in 1903 at the age of 53.