It is sometimes expedient to forget who we are.

It is sometimes expedient to forget who we are.

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.

The tumult and the shouting dies,
The captains and the kings depart;
Still stands thine ancient sacrifice,
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The tumult and the shouting dies,
The captains and the kings depart;
Still stands thine ancient sacrifice,
A humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet
Lest we forget,--lest we forget.

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),

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.

God and the Doctor we alike adore
But only when in danger, not before;
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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 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.

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.