Past is past.(A Strambotto poem).

When you wake up in n the morning to breathe or hail,

Recall the hope of beautiful future,

and the beautiful dreams of that great hope

 in your hands to indicate that nature loves you

To learn from the past and to move on confidently 

Into distant posterity with alarming degree of great confidence 

not to be comfortable with the past a forgone conclusion 

and all of your triumphant bliss would continue to pour in.