The River’s Call I heard the river calling, In the shimmering light of dawn, Its voice a soft entrancing song, That lingered on and drew me on.
Down it wound through vale and glade, Whispering secrets to the trees; Each bend a story gently laid, Flowing endlessly with ease.
Come bathe your sorrows in my tide, Let every worry drift away, In crystal currents, love and pride Sustaining life, they gently sway.
O river! teach me thine own art, To glide with grace, yet always flow, For you have captured my soft heart, And painted joy where shadows grow.
- J C R Selwyn