Where is Yesterday?
A little boy, Ernst H——, says to his Mother :  ‘ This is
to-day—To-morrow is coming; but, Where is Yester-
day ?’
                     
                     to-day—To-morrow is coming; but, Where is Yester-
day ?’

‘ Mother !  some things I want to know,1
                        
                        Which puzzle and confuse me so.2
                        
                        To-day is present, as you say ;3
                        
                        But tell me, Where is Yesterday ?4
                        ‘ I did not see it as it went ;5
                        
                        I only know how it was spent—6
                        
                        In play, and pleasure, though in rain ;7
                        
                        Then why won’t it come back again ?8
                        ‘ To-day, the sun shines bright and clear ;9
                        
                        But then, To-morrow’s drawing near.10
                        
                        To-day—oh, do not go away !11
                        
                        And vanish like dear Yesterday.12
                        ‘ ’Tis when the sun and all the light13
                        
                        Has gone, and darkness brings the night,14
                        
                        It seems to me, you steal away,15
                        
                        And change your name to Yesterday.16
                        ‘ And will all Time be just the same ?17
                        
                        To-day—the only name remain ?18
                        
                        And shall I always have to say,19
                        
                        To-morrow, you’ll be Yesterday ?20
                        ‘ I wonder, when we go to heaven,21
                        
                        If there a record will be given22
                        
                        Of all our thoughts and all our ways,23
                        
                        Writ on the face of Yesterdays
                               ?24
                        ‘ If so, I pray, God grant to me25
                        
                        That mine a noble life may be ;26
                        
                        For then, I’ll greet with joyous gaze27
                        
                        The dear, lost face of—Yesterdays.’28