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 hair; 
Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;

Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!