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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