Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow — I Heard Him Call

I heard Him call ----

“Come, follow,” that was all.

My gold grew dim

My soul went after Him

I rose and followed, that was all.

Who would not follow

If they heard Him call?

Him evermore I behold

Walking in Galilee ,

Through the corn-fields’ waving gold,

In hamlet, or grassy world.

By the shores of the Beautiful Sea ,

He touched the sightless eyes

Before Him the demons flee;

To the dead He sayeth, Arise!

To the living, Follow Me!

And that Voice still soundeth on

From the centuries that are gone

To the centuries that shall be.