Childhood Calls

By John Frederick Freeman

Come over, come over the deepening river,

Come over again the dark torrent of years,
Come over, come back where the green leaves
quiver,
And the lilac still blooms and the grey sky clears.
Come, come back to the everlasting garden,
To that green heaven, and the blue heaven
above.
Come back to the time when time brought no
burden
And love was unconscious, knowing not love.