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Let me look always forward. Never back. / Was I not formed for progress? Otherwise / With onward pointing feet and searching eyes / Would God have set me squarely on the track / Up which we all must labour with life's pack? / Yonder the goal of all this travel lies. / What matters it, if yesterday the skies / With light were golden, or with clouds were black? / I would not lose to-morrow's glow of dawn / By peering backward after sun's long set. / New hope is fairer than an old regret; / Let me pursue my journey and press on- / Nor tearful eyed, stand ever in one spot, / A briny statue like the wife of Lot.