The day is nearing the noontide glow,
                                        
                                        And the voice is heard again,
                                        
                                        It calls the soul to a nobler life,
                                        
                                        ’Tis a patient, kind refrain;
                                        
                                        Enter now the Master’s broad harvest field,
                                        
                                        In the strength of your early prime,
                                        
                                        Come and bring to His work service good and true,
                                        
                                        Still the same reply—“sometime!”