About Rudyard Kipling
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; / If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, / Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch
What else could I have done?
So we come to Paris, by river, along in November, which the French had christened Brumaire.
Take of English earth as much / As either hand may rightly clutch.
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