The Call
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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