“OUT OF REACH?”

By James Whitcomb Riley

You think them “out of reach,” your dead?

Nay, by my own dead, I deny

Your “out of reach.” — Be comforted:

‘ Tis not so far to die.

O by their dear remembered smiles

And outheld hands and welcoming speech,

They wait for us, thousands of miles

This side of “out-of-reach.”