I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,

I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,

O Death! O Change! O Time!
Without you, O! the insufferable eyes
Of these poor Might-Have-Beens,
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O Death! O Change! O Time!
Without you, O! the insufferable eyes
Of these poor Might-Have-Beens,
These fatuous, ineffectual yesterdays.

You have to know the past to understand the present.

You have to know the past to understand the present.

O God! Put back Thy universe and give me yesterday.

O God! Put back Thy universe and give me yesterday.

We remain
Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.

We remain
Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.

Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.

Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

But how carve way i' the life that lies before,
If bent on groaning ever for the past?

But how carve way i' the life that lies before,
If bent on groaning ever for the past?

Oh! the good times when we were so unhappy.
[Fr., Oh le bon temps ou etions si malheureux.]

Oh! the good times when we were so unhappy.
[Fr., Oh le bon temps ou etions si malheureux.]