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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"A Backward Glance by Henry Lawson" Poetry.net. STANDS4 LLC, 2019. Web. 16 Jan. 2019. <https://www.poetry.net/poem/17700>.

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