Echoes of beloved voices
Reach us in the silent night,
Sooth the feverish, restless spirit,
Bring us messages of light;
Messages of love to cheer us
Onward still, though dark the way,
Whispers fraught with hope and courage
For the battles of the day.
'Midst the clamor and the tumult
And the din of shop and mill,
Still the voices of our loved ones
All our vibrant beings thrill
With celestial music holy;
Quenching lust, and pain and strife,
Which are rife where Mammon reigneth
All supreme in human life.
When the evening shadows lengthen
On life's pathway, as we go,
And our sight is getting dimmer
And the sands of time run low,
"Courage, brother," still they whisper,
"Keep the path, we'll guide the way,
Till thou reach the land where shadows
Lose themselves in Perfect Day."