Ten years ago...

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 the 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 buid 'em up with worn-our tools:Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, and - whis is more- YOU'LL BE A MAN, MY SON!