If you can keep your head when all about
you
Are losing
theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men
doubt you,
But make
allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by
waiting;
Or, being
lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't gie way to
hating;
And yet don't look
too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams
your master;
If you
can think- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with
triumph and
disaster
And treat those two impostrs just the same;
If you can
bear to hear the truth
you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or wch
the things you gave
your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up without wornout
tools;
If you can make
one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of
pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and
start again at your beginnings
And nevr breath a word about your
loss;
If you can force
your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they
aregone,
And so hold
on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them:
"Hold on";
If you can
talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings- nor lose
the common touch;
If
neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with
you, but none too
much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds'
wth of distance run-
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -which is more
- you'll be a Man, my
son!