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.

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