I miss what I was - more
Than whom, o'er Time's rim
Even now is pained for;
Longing to be him.
Who may, to his credit
In working towards
Gain a world's esteem; yet
In looking backwards
There for comfort, secure
In home, family
The knowledge, sufficient;
Twas loved! Happy!
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