Letras
When I compare
What I have lost with what I have gained
What I have missed with what attained
Little room do I find for pride
I am aware
How many days have been idly spent
How like an arrow the good intent
Has fallen short or been turned aside
But who shall dare
To measure loss and gain in this wise?
Defeat may be victory in disguise
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.