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 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.
 Go, forget me--why should sorrow
 O'er that brow a shadow fling?
  Go, forget me--and to-morrow
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 Go, forget me--why should sorrow
 O'er that brow a shadow fling?
  Go, forget me--and to-morrow
   Brightly smile and sweetly sing.
    Smile--though I shall not be near thee;
     Sing--though I shall never hear thee. 
God and I both knew what it meant once; now God alone knows.
God and I both knew what it meant once; now God alone knows.
 Forgotten? No, we never do forget:
 We let the years go; wash them clean with tears,
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 Forgotten? No, we never do forget:
 We let the years go; wash them clean with tears,
  Leave them to bleach out in the open day,
   Or lock them careful by, like dead friends' clothes,
    Till we shall dare unfold them without pain,--
     But we forget not, never can forget. 
 It is sometimes expedient to forget what you know.
 [Lat., Etiam oblivisci quod scis interdum expedit.]  
 It is sometimes expedient to forget what you know.
 [Lat., Etiam oblivisci quod scis interdum expedit.] 
 Our God and soldier we alike adore,
 When at the brink of ruin, not before;
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 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. 
 The pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the 
names of their founders.  
 The pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the 
names of their founders. 
 And have you been to Borderland?
 Its country lies on either hand
  Beyond the river I-forget.
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 And have you been to Borderland?
 Its country lies on either hand
  Beyond the river I-forget.
   One crosses by a single stone
    So narrow one must pass alone,
     And all about its waters fret--
      The laughing river I-forget.