Poem May 10, 1947 Issue

The Voices

VIRGINIA THESIGER

They will call to you with soft singing voices,
Come back! They will beckon, Come back! They will call,
Walk with us where the human heart rejoices,
Down twisting lanes that lead nowhere at all.

Go you to God, straight as the winged arrow;
Mourn not the siren voice that follows after,
For though the road may stretch austere and narrow,
You shall not lose the singing or the laughter.

Do not believe Love's pathway has no treasures;
About your marching feet the flowers will throng,
And all your little vain and earthly pleasures
Shall seem but echoes of a glorious song.

Soul has more beauty than the lark's uprising,
Spirit more gladness than the month of May,
And Life more blessedness the heart surprising
Than any worldly joys that bid you stay.

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