SUCCESS
THIS I would claim for my success not fame nor gold,
Nor the throng s changing cheers from day to day,
Not always ease and fortune s glad display,
Though all of these are pleasant joys to hold;
But I would like to have my story told
By smiling friends with whom I ve shared the way,
Who, thinking of me, nod their heads and say:
His heart was warm when other hearts were cold.
“None turned to him for aid and found it not,
His eyes were never blind to man s distress,
Youth and old age he lived, nor once forgot
The anguish and the ache of loneliness;
His name was free from stain or shameful blot
And in his friendship men found happiness.”
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