Poem November 16, 1946 Issue

Leave Your Nets

LENA M. HALL

They left their nets,
These simple fishermen,
At the Master's call.
Old nets dragging after
Would tangle their feet,
Cause them to fall.

Do we leave our nets
When we hear the call
Through the world's harsh roar?
O eager-eyed pilgrim,
Longing to follow,
Leave your nets on the shore!

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