The Call [All wantonly in hours of joy] by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

All wantonly in hours of joy,
I made a song of pain.
Soon Grief drew near, and paused to hear,
And sang the sad refrain,
Again and yet again.

Then recklessly in my despair,
I sang of hope one day.
And Joy turned back upon life’s track,
And smiled, and came my way,
And sat her down to stay.

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