We Loved-That Is All That Lasts When The World Fades Away.
And oh, there is no glory, dear,
When all the world is done;
There is no splendor lasteth out
The sinking of the sun;
There is no thing that lasts, not one,
When we have turned to clay,
But this: you loved me—all the rest
Fades with the world away.
John Bennett