"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."

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The tumalt and shouting dies, The captains and the kings depart. Still stands thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heat. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.

— Rudyard Kipling