Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,
Make me a child again just for to-night!
Mother, come back from the echoless shore,
Take me again to your heart as of yore;
Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,
Smooth the few silver threads out of my...
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Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, |
“He giveth his belovèd sleep.” OF all the thoughts of God that are |