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A gift from blipmate

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:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
  And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start 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!'

Rudyard Kipling