And Isaiah the prophet cried unto the Lord: and he brought the shadow ten degrees backward, by which it had gone down in the dial of Ahaz. "Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years I am so weary of toil and of tears, Toll without recompense, tears all in vain,— Take them, and give me my childhood again.
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