Poem November 12, 1932 Issue

Love is Calling Me

ANNE H. BROGAN

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.

I have walked within the shadow
When the loved ones went away;
I have grieved, have longed to help them,
But I could not make them stay;
Yes, I tried to ask my Father,
But He seemed so far from me,
That I could not hear Him answer—
And heard not His calling, calling me;
From the death-dream, from the fear-dream
He was calling, calling me.

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