The Call Of The Ancient

I hear the call of the ancient land,
Stern voices of my fathers;
I hear them waft from over the sea,
The endless waves of the boundless sea
That brought them out of hill and lea
To seek the vision grand

I see the lights of the ancient way,
The lessons of my mothers;
I see them distant, over the hill,
The sparkling crest of the shining hill,
Where many came, as others will
To find a new today

I feel the breath of the dying wind,
The passing of my forbears;
I feel the change as the aeons shift,
The time and the day and year of shift,
The sinking plunge of the soul’s last lift
To where their hopes were pinned

The ancient land, the ancient way;
The dying wind,
The dying

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