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]WAITING FOR THE CALL.
Though to-day may groan ’neath its weight of care,
and the sun be a raven’s wing
That darkens the faces of children fair
and saddens the songs they sing;
I know it will change at the faintest touch
from the hand of a God-sent Spring!
And I know, though the desert be grim and grey,
and its life be a Lethe’s pond
Whose waters of indolence hold alway