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THE VOICE CALLING.
THE VOICE CALLING.
IN the hush of April weather,
With the bees in budding heather,
And the white clouds floating, floating, and the sunshine falling broad:
  While my children down the hill
  Run and leap, and I sit still,—
Through the silence, through the silence art Thou calling, O my God?

  Through my husband's voice that prayeth,
  Though he knows not what he sayeth,
Is it Thou who in Thy Holy Word hast solemn words for me?
  And when he clasps me fast,
  And smiles fondly o'er the past,
And talks, hopeful, of the future—Lord, do I hear only Thee?

  Not in terror nor in thunder
  Comes Thy voice, although it sunder
Flesh from spirit, soul from body, human bliss from human pain:
  All the work that was to do,
  All the joys so sweet and new
Which Thou shewed'st me in a vision—Moses-like—and hid'st again.