Let me look always forward. Never back. Was I not formed for progress? Otherwise With onward pointing feet and searching eyes Would God have set me squarely on the track Up which we all must labour with life`s pack? Yonder the goal of all this travel lies. What matters it, if yesterday the skies With light were golden, or with clouds were black? I would not lose to-morrow`s glow of dawn By peering backward after sun`s long set. New hope is fairer than an old regret; Let me pursue my journey and press on— Nor tearful eyed, stand ever in one spot, A briny statue like the wife of Lot.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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