Joseph Rudyard Kipling. (№ 355151)

Manage to dream, dreams themselves are not in your hands,
Reflection an end in itself without paying,
Manage to come across wins and losses
Both the distrust with bated.
Manage to tolerate when your same opinion
A scoundrel to his advantage distorted
When burning the hands of your creation,
So once again from the ashes you revived.
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 impostors 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: