Poem November 4, 1944 Issue

Call to Duty

OMA OLNA MARTIN

Work without respite,
Child of the day,
Life has no moments
To squander away;
Hearts are still hungry,
Eyes are still blind,
Feet are still trying
The straight path to find.

You who have taken
Truth's torch in your hand,
While one is needy
How can you stand
Idly complacent?
Out in the night
Brothers are groping:
Take them the light.