Whither

by John Vance Cheney

John Vance Cheney

Whither leads this pathway, little one? —

It runs just on and on, is never done.

Whither leads this pathway, mistress fair? —

That path to town, sir; to the village square.

Whither leads this pathway, father old? —

To the white quiet of the churchyard fold.





Last updated January 14, 2019