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 whyI 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 allI feel a power within, that answers the call!
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