A Backward Glance

Henry Lawson, 1897

      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.