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Looking Backward.
[Acrostic—Telestich]
Go where we may, though far and long we roam,In northern snows, or sands of Africa,
Loyal to early ties, our thought will veer
Back to the scenes beloved in infancy;
Each favorite childish haunt, remembered well,
Rises to mind, by memory's rosy hue
Transfigured bright; above no land or sea
Arch skies so fair as those we used to love;
Violets and roses are no more the same;
Even the thrush no longer sings as then;
Reality is chill, because, alas,
Youth lends not now its glamour of delight
To all that meets the eager eye and ear.
Retrace again, O memory, at our plea,
All the glad signs in youth's bright zodiac,
Charm still the hearts which in the dull today
Yearn for the warmth and light of other years!
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