Songs of the Soul/Part 1/Thy Call

by Swami Yogananda

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THY CALL

When lost I roamI hear Thy call to home—In whistling breezeOr rustling leaves of trees.

When drunk in follyI wander gailyBy the sandy shore,—Who wakes me with a sudden roar?

When clouds do spread a veilMy precious joy to steal,—Who tears the sheet awayTo burst in redd’ning ray?

When dark night blinds,And my movements binds,—Who shows my path and th’ dark beguilesWith mildly mocking moonlit smiles?

The million starry stares,The waking sunny glares,The river’s ever-murmuring airThy sure and silent call declare.