1931 Cedrus Yearbook

CEDRUS 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 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 master of my fate, I am captain of my soul. —William E. Henley. Sixteen