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 We bury love,
 Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
  That is a thing to weep for, not read more 
 We bury love,
 Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
  That is a thing to weep for, not the dead. 
 Mistakes remember'd are not faults forgot.
   - Robert H. Newell (used pseudonym Orpheus C. Kerr),  
 Mistakes remember'd are not faults forgot.
   - Robert H. Newell (used pseudonym Orpheus C. Kerr), 
It is sometimes expedient to forget who we are.
It is sometimes expedient to forget who we are.
 God of our fathers, known of old,
 Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
  Beneath whose awful Hand we read more 
 God of our fathers, known of old,
 Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
  Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
   Dominion over palm and pine--
    Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
     Lest we forget--lest we forget! 
 God and the Doctor we alike adore
 But only when in danger, not before;
  The danger o'er, read more 
 God and the Doctor we alike adore
 But only when in danger, not before;
  The danger o'er, both are alike requited,
   God is forgotten, and the Doctor slighted. 
We may with advantage forget what we know.
We may with advantage forget what we know.
 Our God and soldier we alike adore,
 When at the brink of ruin, not before;
  After deliverance read more 
 Our God and soldier we alike adore,
 When at the brink of ruin, not before;
  After deliverance both alike requited,
   Our God forgotten, and our soldiers slighted. 
 But my thoughts ran a wool-gathering; and I did like the 
countryman, who looked for his ass while he read more 
 But my thoughts ran a wool-gathering; and I did like the 
countryman, who looked for his ass while he was mounted on his 
back. 
 One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
 But came the waves and washed it away;
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 One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
 But came the waves and washed it away;
  Agayne I wrote it with a second hand,
   But came the tyde and made my paynes his prey.