At Forty Years

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When for forty years we've climbed the rugged mountain,
  We stop and backward gaze;
  Yonder still we see our childhood's peaceful fountain,
  And youth exulting strays.

  One more glance behind, and then, new strength acquiring,
  Staff grasped, no longer stay;
  See, a further slope, a long one, still aspiring
  Ere downward turns the way!

  Take a brave long breath and toward the summit hie thee--
  The goal shall draw thee on;
  When thou think'st it least, the destined end is nigh thee--
  Sudden, the journey's done!

© Friedrich Rückert