THE CALL

ELIZABETH BLAKELY.

Awake! awake, my heart, and live!
How canst thou sleep? Come, give!
The hungry world holds out its arms for food
From stores unsought, the all-inclusive good.
A channel pure, thyself art meant to be,
And through thy gates may flow a stream so free
That is will freshen barren ground now dry,
And swell the streams of earth full high.
No time for slumber when thy work undone
Calls thee to waken with the rising sun!
Improve each hour until the day's decline
Leaves a sweet sense of peace with thee and thine.
A full reward for every kindly deed,
And God will give the increase for each seed.