Out of the hitherwhere into the Yon-- <br />The land that the Lord's love rests upon; <br />Where one may rely on the friends he meets, <br />And the smiles that greet him along the streets: <br />Where the mother that left you years ago <br />Will lift the hands that were folded so, <br />And put them about you, with all the love <br />And tenderness you are dreaming of. <br /> <br />Out of the hitherwhere into the Yon-- <br />Where all of the friends of your youth have gone,-- <br />Where the old schoolmate that laughed with you, <br />Will laugh again as he used to do, <br />Running to meet you, with such a face <br />As lights like a moon the wondrous place <br />Where God is living, and glad to live, <br />Since He is the Master and may forgive. <br /> <br />Out of the hitherwhere into the Yon!-- <br />Stay the hopes we are leaning on-- <br />You, Divine, with Your merciful eyes <br />Looking down from the far-away skies,-- <br />Smile upon us, and reach and take <br />Our worn souls Home for the old home's sake.-- <br />And so Amen,--for our all seems gone <br />Out of the hitherwhere into the Yon.<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/out-of-the-hitherwhere/
