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Oh, for boyhood's painless play, sleep that wakes in laughing day, health that mocks the doctor's rules, knowledge never learned of schools.
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Of all sad words of tongue and pen the saddest are these, what might have been.
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Of all that Orient lands can vaunt, of marvels with our own competing, the strangest is the Haschish plant, and what will follow on its eating.
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The saddest thing of word or pen, To know the things that might have been.
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For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: 'It might have been!'
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