[Written for the Sentinel]

Then and Now

Memory no more need lingerIn the wretched bygones, whenTreacherous hope's seductive fingerPointed to a distant "then."

Now was ever dark and dreary,Then was radiant, whispered hope;Now, all uphill, bleak and weary,Then, a verdant, easy slope.

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