Love is Calling Me

I HAVE walked amid the pleasures Which the senses claim to give; I have tried to serve ambition, With its phantoms tried to live; I have tasted fleshly morsels, And I know their bitter tang— While above me, and within me, Love was always calling, calling me; From the sense-dream, from the shadows Love was calling, calling me.

I have walked among the sorrows Which the flesh-dream gives to all; I have sinned and I have suffered, As I groped within this pall; I have wept and I have worried In this world which seems to be— While with gentle voice and tender, Love was always calling, calling me; From the sin-dream, from the fear-dream, Love was calling, calling me.

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