YOU ASK ME, mother, where I most wish to go. It is there from

where I first came to you. But I never can remember the place.

My father smiles at my trouble and says. 'It is beyond the clouds

in the land of the evening star.'

But I hear from you, it is deep in the bosom of the earth, from

where the flowers come away seeking the sun.

'That land lies unseen,' my auntie says, 'in the bottom of the

sea, hiding all the precious gems in its store.'

My brother pulls my hair and says, 'How can you find it, you

stupid one, for it is mingled in the air.'

It must be everywhere, it seems to me when I listen to you all.

Only my school-master shakes his head and says'It is nowhere.'