I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep; Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap. We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure; To-day will die to-morrow; Time stoops to no man's lure; From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.