Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест)

The Call

Joy stands on the hilltops,
Beckoning to me,
Urging me to journey
Up where I can see
Blue skies ever smiling,
Cool green fields below,
Hear the songs of children
Still untouched by woe.
Joy stands on the hilltops,
Urging me to stay,
Spite of toil and trouble,
To life's rugged way,
Holding out a promise
Of a life serene
When the steeps I've mastered
Lying now between.
Joy stands on the hilltops,
Smiling down at me,
Urging me to clamber
Up where I can see
Over toil and trouble
Far beyond despair,
And I answer smiling:
Some day I'll be there.

1. Unimportant Differences
2. The Old-Fashioned Pair
3. When Mother Cooked with Wood
4. The Scoffer
5. As It Is!

George Meredith (Джордж Мередит) The Call ("And if not with a paler cheek")

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