Work, for the night is coming
Work thro' 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 thro' 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
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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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