No small favour, to be
Not forewarned by
As when Time's route, first crawled
Made mindful of:
Each step, will only leave
More looked back on.
And o'er, loud wept, for to
Regret or reprove.
No wave of this, shore-trekked
The long hot days
Unlike these, its traces
Can never remove.
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