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					                            The White Man's Burden
                                    by Rudyard Kipling (1899)

This famous poem, written by Britain's imperial poet, was a response to the American take over of the
Phillipines after the Spanish-American War.

Take up the White Man's burden--                           The cry of hosts ye humour
Send forth the best ye breed--                             (Ah, slowly!) toward the light:--
Go bind your sons to exile                                 "Why brought he us from bondage,
To serve your captives' need;                              Our loved Egyptian night?"
To wait in heavy harness,
On fluttered folk and wild--                               Take up the White Man's burden--
Your new-caught, sullen peoples,                           Ye dare not stoop to less--
Half-devil and half-child.                                 Nor call too loud on Freedom
                                                           To cloke your weariness;
Take up the White Man's burden--                           By all ye cry or whisper,
In patience to abide,                                      By all ye leave or do,
To veil the threat of terror                               The silent, sullen peoples
And check the show of pride;                               Shall weigh your gods and you.
By open speech and simple,
An hundred times made plain                                Take up the White Man's burden--
To seek another's profit,                                  Have done with childish days--
And work another's gain.                                   The lightly proferred laurel,
                                                           The easy, ungrudged praise.
Take up the White Man's burden--                           Comes now, to search your manhood
The savage wars of peace--                                 Through all the thankless years
Fill full the mouth of Famine                              Cold, edged with dear-bought wisdom,
And bid the sickness cease;                                The judgment of your peers!
And when your goal is nearest
The end for others sought,
Watch sloth and heathen Folly                              This text is part of the Internet Modern History
Bring all your hopes to nought.                            Sourcebook. The Sourcebook is a collection of
                                                           public domain and copy-permitted texts for
Take up the White Man's burden--                           introductory level classes in modern European and
No tawdry rule of kings,                                   World history.
But toil of serf and sweeper--
The tale of common things.                                 Unless otherwise indicated the specific electronic
The ports ye shall not enter,                              form of the document is copyright. Permission is
The roads ye shall not tread,                              granted for electronic copying, distribution in print
Go mark them with your living,                             form for educational purposes and personal use. If
And mark them with your dead.                              you do reduplicate the document, indicate the
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Take up the White Man's burden--                           use of the Sourcebook.
And reap his old reward:
The blame of those ye better,                              (c)Paul Halsall Aug 1997
The hate of those ye guard--                               halsall@murray.fordham.edu