The Call (Poems of Progress)

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by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

   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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