Of sorrow and of pain.
3.
Time, like a rower, plies his oar,
And all his strokes are hours;
Impelling to a better shore
Of sunshine and of flowers.
4.
I've tasted all that life can give
Of pleasure and of pain;
And is it living, thus to live
Of sorrow and of pain.
3.
Time, like a rower, plies his oar,
And all his strokes are hours;
Impelling to a better shore
Of sunshine and of flowers.
4.
I've tasted all that life can give
Of pleasure and of pain;
And is it living, thus to live