IF-BY RUDYARD KIPLING.
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 man doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting
Or being lied don’t deal it in lies
Or being hated , don’t give 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 impostors just the same
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trip for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build em up with worn out 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 never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the will which stays to thee: ‘Hol 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 60 seconds’worth of distance’ then,
Yours is the earth and everything that’s in it,
And which is more- youll be a Man, my son