Backward, flow backward, O full tide of 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 have grown weary of dust and decay,
Weary of sowing for others to reap;
Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.
Quotes, by A.M.W. Ball
, Source: Rock me to Sleep, Mother, also attributed to Elizabeth Akers Allen, see "Northern Monthly", vol. II,