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 impostars just the same
If you can force your heart, your 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 fill the unforgiving minute
With 60 seconds’ worth of distance run
Yours is the EaRTh and everything that’s in it
And what is more, YoU’LL be a MaN, my Son!
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