If (Rudyard Kipling)

If you can keep your head when all about you
People are loosing theirs and blambing it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for 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 give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk to 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 trea 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 them up with worn-out tools:

If you can make o0ne heap of all of 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 the crowdsand keep your virtue,
Or walk with the kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none to much;
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!