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The Day calling us to a New Life
The day goes on, but we are left behind,Bright with its robes it travels o'er the earth,
Seeking its sons, in every land, to find,
And tells earth's children of a heavenly birth.
From early dawn to eve it travels on,
But few its beauty see, or hear its voice;
When, in the west, its glorious form is gone,
How few are they, who in its light rejoice!
'Tis but the natural day, that we perceive,
Its spiritual beauty's hidden from our sight;
The gifts of sense full gladly we receive
But fail in higher gifts to find delight;
We live but as the children of the earth,
When the day calls us to a nobler birth.
Poem No. 484; date unknown
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