At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun. And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten, And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.

I've taken my fun where I've found it.

I have no gift of words, but I speak the truth.

Take up the White Man's burden -- send forth the best ye breed -- go, bind your sons to exile to serve your captives need.

As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race... and the hearts of the meanest were humbled.

If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

He who faces no calamity gains no courage.