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White Ribbon, Volume 32, Issue 374, 18 August 1926, Page 11

I cannot tell why there should come to me A thought of someone, miles and miles away, To swift insistence on the memory. Unless there be a need that I should pray. He goes his way, I mine, we seldom meet To talk of plans, or changes, day by day, Of pain or pleasure, triumph or defeat, Or special reasons why *tis time to pray. WV pre too busy even to spare thought For ,days together, of some friends far away; lVrhaps God does it for us, and we ought To read His signal as a call to pray. Perhaire just then my friend has fiercest fight, A more appalling weakness, or decay Of courage—darkness—some less sense of right, And so in case he needs my prayer, I pray. Friend, do the same for me if I intrude Unasked upon you on some busy day; Give me a moment’s prayer, as interlude, Be wry sure I need it, therefore pray.