by Henry Lawson, 1897
A Backward Glance
It is well when you've lived in clover,
To mourn for the days gone by,
Would I live the same life over
Could I live again? Not I!
But, knowing the false from the real,
I would strive to ascend:
I would seek out my boyhood's ideal,
And follow it to the end.
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Written on 2019-01-25 at 03:22
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