by Rudyard Kipling
 
  0NE man in a thousand, Solomon says.
  Will stick more close than a brother.
  And it s worth while seeking him half your days
  If you find him before the other.
  Nine hundred and ninety-nine depend
  On what the world sees in you, 
  But the Thousandth Man will stand your friend 
  With the whole round world agin you.
 Tis neither promise nor prayer nor show 
  Will settle the finding for  ee. 
  Nine hundred and ninety-nine of  em go
  By your looks, or your acts, or your glory. 
But if he finds you and you find him, 
  The rest of the world don t matter; 
  For the Thousandth Man will sink or swim 
  With you in any water.
You can use his purse with no more talk 
  Than he uses yours for his spendings, 
  And laugh and meet in your daily walk 
  As though there had been no lendings. 
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of  em call 
  For silver and gold in their dealings; 
  But the Thousandth Man he s worth  em all
  Because you can show him your feelings.
His wrong s your wrong, and his right s your right,
  In season or out of season.
  Stand up and back it in all men s sight
  With that for your only reason!
Nine hundred and ninety-nine can t bide
  The shame or mocking or laughter,
  But the Thousandth Man will stand by your side
  To the gallows-foot - and after!