Gazing down this road, Old Recall's
I hear myself, drearily
O'er and o'er repeat:
'You cannot go back'. Full knowing
All attempts in doing so
Time's marching defeat.
And if I were a nation's self
Lamenting, in its own past
Loss of innocence?
O of all relative positions
Most despairing this, stomps its flagged
Sentiment's defence!
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