Where is the road to Arcady, <br />Where is the path that leads to peace, <br />Where shall I find the bliss to be, <br />Where shall the weary wanderings cease? <br />These are the questions that come to me, <br />Where is the road to Arcady? <br /> <br />Is there a mystic time and place <br />To which some day shall the traveler fare, <br />Where there is never a frowning face <br />And never a burden hard to bear, <br />Where we as children shall romp and race? <br />Is there a mystic time and place? <br /> <br />For Arcady is an earthly sphere <br />Where only the gentlest breezes blow, <br />A port of rest for the weary here, <br />Where the velvet grass and the clover grow. <br />I question it oft, is it far or near? <br />For Arcady is an earthly sphere. <br /> <br />And the answer comes: it is very near, <br />It's there at the end of a little street, <br />Where your children's voices are ringing clear <br />And you catch the patter of little feet. <br />Where is the spot that is never drear? <br />And the answer comes: it is very near. <br /> <br />For each man buildeth his Arcady, <br />And each man fashions his Port of Rest; <br />And never shall earth spot brighter be <br />Than the little home that with peace is blessed. <br />So seek it not o'er the land and sea, <br />For each man buildeth his Arcady.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arcady/
