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:
“Her heart was warm when other hearts were cold.

– Edgar A. Guest