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 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 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 minute

  With sixty seconds'worth of distance run ,

  Yours is the earth and every thing that's in it ,

  And , which is more , you'll be a Man ,my son !