The Call

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by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

   In the banquet hall of Progress
   God has bidden to a feast
   All the women in the East.

   Some have said ‘We are not ready,—
      We must wait another day.’
   Some, with voices clear and steady,
      ‘Lord, we hear, and we obey.’

   Others, timid and uncertain,
      Step forth trembling in the light,
   Many hide behind the curtain
      With their faces hid from sight.

   In the banquet hall of Progress
   All must gather soon or late,
   And the patient Host will wait.

   If to-day, or if to-morrow,
      If in gladness, or in woe,
   If with pleasure, or with sorrow,
      All must answer, all must go.
   They must go with unveiled faces,
      Clothed in virtue and in pride.
   For the Host has set their places,
      And He will not he denied.

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