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The Land of Beginning Again Poem by Louisa Fletcher

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I wish that there were some wonderful place
Called the land of Beginning Again,
Where all our mistakes and all our heartaches
And all of our poor selfish grief
Could be dropped like a shabby old coat at the door,
And never put on again.

I wish we could come on it all unaware,
Like the hunter who finds a lost trail;
And I wish that the one whom our blindness had done 
The greatest injustice of all
Could be at the gates like an old friend that waits
For the comrade he’s gladdest to hail.

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