And never breathe a word about your loss
If you force your heart and nerve and Sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold ohere is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on !”
If you talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings-nor lose the on touch,
If her foes nor loving friends hurt you,
If all men t with you, but oo much,
If you fill the unfiving minute
With sixty seds'wo
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