Poems (Rumell)/The call

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THE CALL
A rose gold cloud, in a bank of blue,
Brings me a dream-I would tell to you.
'Tis not of wealth, or power, or fame,
And I cannot tell, from whence it came.

But as I gaze at that distant sky,
I seem to dream, and wonder why
I feel such call out of the changing blue,
That bids me, "Awake, be up and Do."

What is it that calls, from out the distant maze,
That I feel so keenly, as I stand and gaze?
I cannot say. Can you? But thro' it all
I feel a power within, that answers the call!

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