The Call

A Tribute to the Discoverer of Christian Science.

BY KARL SUTTER.

Across the strands, across the lands, across the waste of
years,—
A Voice called low, a Voice called sweet, a Voice spoke to
our fears.
Kept calling, calling, loud and clear,
Still calling sweet and low,—
To follow where the Master trod, tho' none would hear or
go.

Across the years, across the fears, above the time and tide;
In every age, in every clime, in lands both far and wide,
That still, small Voice kept calling.
Still calling sweet and clear,
But fell upon unheeding ears and lives of woe and fear.

O fearful years! O needless fears! gone now, despair and
dread,—
There was an ear to heed and hear, a life that would be led.
And longing, longing, heard the Voice;
And trusting, found the Way,—
Then walking in it, reached the heights, the heights where
dawns the day.

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