The Home Circle | AdventAI

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Jun 17, 1889

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 15, No. 23.

The Home Circle.

THE LAND OF NOWHERE.

Do you know where the summer blooms all the year round; Where there never is rain on a picnic day; Where the thornless rose in its beauty grows, And little boys never are called from play? Oh! hey! it is far away, In the wonderful land of Nowhere.

Would you like to live where nobody scolds, Where you never are told, "It is time for bed;" Where you learn without trying, and laugh without crying, Where snarls never pull when they comb your head? Then oh! hey! you must hie away To the wonderful land of Nowhere.

If you long to dwell where you never need wait, Where no one is punished or made to cry, Where a supper of cakes is not followed by aches, And little folks thrive on a diet of pie, Then ho! hey! you must go, I say, To the wonderful land of Nowhere.

You must drift down the river of Idle Dreams, Close to the border of No-man's Land; For a year and a day you must sail away, And then you will come to an unknown strand, And ho! hey! if you get there—stay In the wonderful land of Nowhere.

—Selected.