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!