Your new-caught, sullen peoples, / Half-devil and half child.

They copied all they could copy, But they couldn't copy my mind; And I left them sweatin' and stealin', A year and a half behind.

I never made a mistake in my life; at least, never one that I couldn't explain away afterwards.

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

What is the moral? Who rides may read.

Keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you.

Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful,' and sitting in the shade.