Classic Poem

Where is the road to Yesterday?
Oh, tell in prose or rhyme;
For I would trace my backward way
To that enchanting clime.

Life was so fresh and good and true,
And friends so kind and fair.
Why should a day so bright and new
All fade away in air?

Who knows the road to Yesterday?
Is every seeker blind?
Say, does it cast no single ray
To pilot those behind?

Oh, there's a road that leads our feet
To hours more glad and bright;—
A road so short, a joy complete,
A journey of a night!

Come, bid farewell to Yesterday!
For in To-morrow's face
The happiest days now flown away
Shine with a sweeter grace.