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"The years shall not outgo my thinking of thee"

When you have reached the top of the world

And only the stars remain,

Where there is never the sound of storm

And neither cold nor rain,

Will it be by wealth, success, or fame

That you mounted to your goal?

Nay, I mount only by faith and love

And God's goodness to my soul.

When you have reached the top of the world

And the higher stars grow near,

When greater dreams succeed our dreams

And the lesser disappear,

Will the world at your feet seem good to you,

A vision fair to see?

Nay, I look upward for one I love

Who has promised to wait for me.

For to those who reach the top of the world

The things of the world seem less

Than the rungs of the ladder by which they climbed

To their place of happiness,

And I think that success and wealth and fame

Will be the first to pall,

For they reach their goal but by faith and love

And God's goodness over all.