The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
A Gloaming CallAlexander Louis Fraser (18701954)
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As children leave their play,
And dusk dips into dark;
When winds sweet-scented blow
Up from the past, for voices dear I hark;
Then this comes soft and low:
‘Come in my child; for quenched is day’s last spark.’
Once more my feet those dewy fields do roam,
And through the gloaming shines the light of Home!