THE VOICES OF THE GLEN

by Frank F. Gray

1

All day long I hear the voices calling

From the dear old Glen;

Ev’ry day renews the growing longing

To be there again.

There the cabin and canoe are waiting

By the tree clad shore,

While the voices of the Glen are calling

To return once more.

Chorus Voices appealing call from the Glen,

Like the echoes of yesterday waking again;

Voices of wild things, of streamlet, and tree;

Soul of the wilderness calling to me.

2

Long the weeks of weary looking forward

To those hours of joy;

Slow the steps through weeks of work and study

To the longing boy.

Yet the time is no less surely nearing

When we hear again

All those well-known voices with their welcome

Echo thro’ the Glen.

Chorus (As for First Stanza)

3

Far away in other climes and countries,

Still those echoes call;

Nature’s notes with dear old voices mingling,

How I love them all!

How my heart is ever longing, yearning

To be back once more.

In the sunshine, or in campfire glamour,

By the cool, green shore

Chorus Voices appealing call from the Glen,

Like the echoes of yesterday waking again;

Call of the woods, of old comrades, and thee,

Soul of the Scout, ever waking in me.