- Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight!
Make me a child again, just for to-night!
- Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears,—
Toil without recompense, tears all in vain!
Take them, and give me my childhood again!
- Behold, we live through all things,—famine, thirst,
Bereavement, pain; all grief and misery,
All woe and sorrow; life inflicts its worst
On soul and body,—but we can not die,
Though we be sick and tired and faint and worn,—
Lo, all things can be borne!
Last modified on 15 April 2008, at 22:27