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 trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools
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If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With
sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours
is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And
- which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!