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'r 1-I I: n AV 1 N o 1 s HIP!! 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 mastery 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 lossg 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 v . . Except the Will which says to them: f'I-lold 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 everything that's in it, And--which is more-you'll be a Man, my son! -Rudyard Kipling. When Earth's Last Picture is Painted When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it-lie down for an aeon or two, Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall put to work anew. And those that were good shall be happy: they shall sit in a golden chair, They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comet's hair. They shall find real saints to draw from-Magdalene, Peter, and Paul, They .shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all! And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame, And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame, But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star, Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They are! -Rudyard Kipling. Page Ninety-One