Out of the night that covered you
Black as the pit from pole to pole
We thank whatever gods may be
For your unconquerable soul
For your forgivingspirit
For largw heartedness
In the fell clutch of circumstances
You neither winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeoningof chance
Your head was bloody, but unbowed
Beyond those places and days of wrath and tears
Loomed but the Horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Foundyou unafraid
Throughyour struggle
A nation was liberated
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