The Night Cometh by Annie Louisa Walker
Work! for the night is coming; Work! through the morning hours; Work! while the dew is sparkling; Work! 'mid the springing flowers; Work! while the day grows brighter, Under the glowing sun; Work! for the night is coming,-- Night, when man's work is done.
Work! for the night is coming; Work! through the sunny noon; Fill the bright hours with labour, Rest cometh sure and soon. Give to each flying minute Something to keep in store; Work! for the night is coming,-- Night, when man works no more.
Work! for the night is coming; Under the sunset skies, While their bright tints are glowing, Work! for the daylight flies; Work! till the last beam fadeth, Fadeth to shine no more; Work! while the night is darkening,-- Night, when man's work is o'er.
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