The Calling of the Gods
I dreamed a dream of greatness in the dreary long ago;
I dreamed the gods would call me, but I didn't seem to know.
It was not for ambition or the selfishness of clods,
I dreamed—but didn't listen for the calling of the gods.
The circle stretched like tinted clouds, towards the southern skies;
I dreamed a wife and daughter sat with brimming eyes,
While sober, clean and manly, and proud, as it might be
I stepped upon the stage and bowed in all humility.
The gods were cheering from the roof, they cheered from every side;
A lonely little woman sat in sorrow more than pride.
Ah me! low in this world of mine, where most men say “What odds!”
How many drunken wasters miss the calling of the gods!
It may be in a palace set or in a city slum,
It may be on the stage of life where strong men go and come;
It may be in the trenches, or on the Western plain,
But I'll be there to meet them when my gods shall call again!
I dreamed the gods would call me, but I didn't seem to know.
It was not for ambition or the selfishness of clods,
I dreamed—but didn't listen for the calling of the gods.
The circle stretched like tinted clouds, towards the southern skies;
I dreamed a wife and daughter sat with brimming eyes,
While sober, clean and manly, and proud, as it might be
I stepped upon the stage and bowed in all humility.
The gods were cheering from the roof, they cheered from every side;
A lonely little woman sat in sorrow more than pride.
Ah me! low in this world of mine, where most men say “What odds!”
How many drunken wasters miss the calling of the gods!
It may be in a palace set or in a city slum,
It may be on the stage of life where strong men go and come;
It may be in the trenches, or on the Western plain,
But I'll be there to meet them when my gods shall call again!
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