Living
The Call
From Poems of Progress and New Thought Pastels (1913)
Living
All wantonly in hours of joy,
I made a song of pain.
Soon Grief drew near, and paused to hear,
And sang the sad refrain,
Again and yet again.
Then recklessly in my despair,
I sang of hope one day.
And Joy turned back upon life's track,
And smiled, and came my way,
And sat her down to stay.
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Wilcox, Ella Wheeler. “The Call.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wilcox/310/.
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Wilcox, Ella Wheeler. “The Call.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wilcox/310/.
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