We do not die with those we mourn.

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!

I count no more my wasted tears They left no echo of their fall I mourn no more my lonesome years This blessed hour atones for all. I fear not all that Time or Fate May bring to burden heart or brow,- Strong in the love that came so late, Our souls shall keep it always now!

Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for to-night!