Read the following poem and answer the questions by choosing the correct/most appropriate options:

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 menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid

It matters not how strait the gate, 
How charged with punishment the scroll,
I am the master of my fate
I am the master of my soul.