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The White Man's Burden
Rudyard Kipling
Take up the White Man's burden--
      Send forth the best ye breed--
Go, bind your sons to exile
      To serve your captives' need;
To wait, in heavy harness,
      On fluttered folk and wild--
You 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,
      An hundred times made 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 hope to nought.

Take up the White Man's burden--
      No iron 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, make them with your 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 ye 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 will or whisper,
      By all ye leave or do,
The silent sullen peoples
      Shall weigh your God and you.

Take up the White Man's burden!
      Have done with childish days--
The lightly-proffered laurel,
      The easy ungrudged priase:
Comes now, to search your manhood
      Through all the thankless years,
Cold, edged with dear-bought wisdom,
      The judgement of your peers.