To June Graduates:
(Born December 30, 1865;
Died January 17, 1936)
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 of waiting,
Or being lied
about, don’t deal 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 imposters 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;
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 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 minutes
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!
Note from raintreepoet: Man as in short for human
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