At evening time when dark’ning shades draw nigh
And flick’ring rays of light go chasing by,
When all around glad nature sweetly sings
And seems you hear the sound of angel’s wings,
Someone in mem’ry may be brought to thee.
Maybe someone from distant land away,
Of whom you had no thought for many a day.
’Tis passing strange; you do not understand
Why such a one and from such distant land
Should step across the threshold of your mind,
Why he to you at this time should be brought.
’Tis mystery when all else claims your thought;
You seek to understand, but learn it not.
Maybe this one has conflict great and sore,
Is struggling long and hard ’gainst grim despair,
And God who rules the thought and mind of man
Has brought him this long way to you for prayer.
Then do not drive these whisperings from your mind
Nor cast them carelessly upon the wind:
’Tis but the voice of God, in tender care
For suffering one on life’s broad way somewhere,
Inviting you to plead for him in prayer.
Kind friend, if then at morning, noon, or night
I come to thee on wings of memory,
It is no doubt because the fight is fierce;
Then will you bow and pray to God for me?