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The White Man's Burden
Take up the White Man's burden-
Send forth the best
ye breed-
Go bind your captives'
need;
To wait in heavy harness,
On fluttered folk and
wild-
Your new-caught, sullen
peoples,
Half-devil and half-child.
Take up the White Man's burden-
In patience to abide,
To veil the threat of
terror
And check the show of
pride;
By open speech and simple,
A n hundred times make
plain
To seek another's profit,
And work another's gain.
Take up the White Man's burden-
The savage wars of peace-
Fill full the mouth
of Famine
And bid the sickness
cease;
And when your goal is
nearest
The end for others sought,
Watch sloth and heathen
Folly
Bring all your hopes
to nought.
Take up the White Man's burden-
No tawdry rule of kings,
But toil of serf and
sweeper-
The tale of common things.
The ports ye shall not
enter,
The roads ye shall not
tread,
Go mark them with you
living,
And mark them with your
dead.
Take up the White Man's burden-
And reap his old reward:
The blame of those ye
better,
The hate of those ye
guard-
The cry of hosts ye
humour
(Ah, slowly!) Toward
the light:--
"Why brought he us from
bondage,
Our loved Egyptian night?"
Take up the White Man's burden-
Ye dare not stoop to
less-
Nor call too loud on
Freedom
To cloke your weariness;
By all ye cry or whisper,
By all ye leave or do,
The silent, sullen peoples
Shall weigh your gods
and you.
Take up the White Man's burden-
Have done with childish
days-
The lightly proferred
laurel,
The easy, ungrudged
praise.
Comes now, to search
you manhood
Through all the thankless
years
Cold, edged with dear-bought
wisdom,
The judgment of your
peers!
Rudyard Kipling, 1899

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