The Top of the World

Produced by Al Haines
Ethel M. Dell
Author of The Way of an Eagle, The Lamp in the Desert.
1920
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.
The Top of the World
You ought to get married, Miss Sylvia, said old Jeffcott, the head gardener, with a wag of his hoary beard. You'll need to be your own mistress now.
I should hope I am that anyway, said, Sylvia with a little laugh.
She stood in the great vinery—a vivid picture against a background of clustering purple fruit. The sunset glinted on her tawny hair. Her red-brown eyes, set wide apart, held a curious look, half indignant, half appealing.