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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, dont deal in lies,
Or being hated, dont give way to hating,
And yet dont look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dreamand not make dreams your master;
If you can thinkand 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:
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may
be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all
persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the
ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you
compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there
will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own
career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let
this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and
everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for
in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress
yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the
universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it
should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep
peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a
beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
The Betrothed
You must choose between me and your cigar. Breach of
Promise Case, circa, 1885
Open the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout,
For things are running crossways, and Maggie and I are out.
We quarrelled about Havanaswe fought oer a good cheroot,
And I know she is exacting, and she says I am a brute.
Open the old cigar-boxlet me consider a space;
In the soft blue veil of the vapour musing on Maggies face.
Maggie is pretty to look atMaggies a loving lass,
But the prettiest cheeks must wrinkle, the truest of loves must
pass.
Theres peace in a Laranaga, theres calm in a Henry Clay;
But the best cigar in an hour is finished and thrown away
I will take no heed to their raiment, nor food for their mouths
withal,
So long as the gulls are nesting, so long as the showers fall.
I will scent em with best vanilla, with tea will I temper their
hides,
And the Moor and the Mormon shall envy who read of the tale of
my brides.
For Maggie has written a letter to give me my choice between
The wee little whimpering Love and the great god Nick o Teen.
And I have been servant of Love for barely a twelvemonth clear,
But I have been Priest of Cabanas a matter of seven year;
And the gloom of my bachelor days is flecked with the cheery
light
Of stumps that I burned to Friendship and Pleasure and Work and
Fight.
And I turn my eyes to the future that Maggie and I must prove,
But the only light on the marshes is the Will-o-the-Wisp of Love.
Will it see me safe through my journey or leave me bogged in the
mire?
Since a puff of tobacco can cloud it, shall I follow the fitful fire?
Open the old cigar-boxlet me consider anew
Old friends, and who is Maggie that I should abandon you?
A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke;
And a woman is only a woman, but a good Cigar is a Smoke.
Light me another CubaI hold to my first-sworn vows.
If Maggie will have no rival, Ill have no Maggie for Spouse!