Classic Poem

He calleth us to words and deeds of love,'
As spring calls forth from wintry crust the flowers;
He breathes within us spirit from above
As zephyrs breathe within the sunny bowers;
He saith, Arise, shake off the dust, and go
Where duty calls, where sorrow hath its sway;
He points our feet the proper path, and lo,
He promiseth to be with us alway!