LOVE CALLS

Above the call of human power,mortal pleasures, and famecame the call to walk with Love;over and over it came,higher, clearer, until it drownedall other cries for me.Then softer, sweeter, still it came,this call to liberty.

"Thy will be done." I whispered it.But swifter than the soundthe gates of heaven sprang apart,and Love divine poured round.It swept aside the claims of senseand broke my chains in two—yet bound me to my fellowmenas nothing else could do.

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