No! not to yesterdays or worn-out years,
Not to old friends which God himself forgot.
I hated them, I left their groans and tears,
And they are gone forever: they are not.

But for to-morrow and the Life Divine, —
The life like God's, so strong and glad and new, —
What I can see in all this world of mine,
What in His world of Duty I can do.

This is my hope and joy, — to look before.
The past is done; I care for that no more.