But neither is it heaven's door
It stands but where we used to stand
Than what we did, it can no more.
But there is virtue too in seeing
The way that we once used to be
In noticing our no more being
The past self we look back to see
And in that backward search we find
If we have changed, as change we must,
A somewhat different state of mind
Still recognized, as if on trust,
But different so that we, now grown,
Sometimes find hard to call our own.
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