Work, for the night is coming,
Work through the morning
hours;
Work while the dew is sparkling,
Work ¡¦mid
springing flowers;
Work when the day grows brighter,
Work
in the glowing sun;
Work, for the night is coming,
When
man¡¦s work is done.
Work, for the night is coming,
Work through the sunny
noon;
Fill brightest hours with labor,
Rest comes sure and
soon.
Give every flying minute,
Something to keep in
store;
Work, for the night is coming,
When man works no
more.
Work, for the night is coming,
Under the sunset skies;
While their bright tints are glowing,
Work, for daylight
flies.
Work till the last beam fadeth,
Fadeth to shine no
more;
Work, while the night is darkening,
When man¡¦s work
is o¡¦er.
