"Work while it is yet day, for the night cometh on when no man can work."
Work while the day is long,While the right arm is strong,While the life-blood is young, Night cometh on.
Work while the sun is high,In the bright smiling sky;Swiftly life's minutes fly: Night cometh on.
Strive with thy heart and soul;Press to the distant goal;Waste not the hours that roll: Night cometh on.
Life is a season lent;Moments are treasures sent;See that they're wisely spent: Night cometh on.
What thy hand finds to do,That, with thy might, pursue,With a brave heart and true: Night cometh on.
What though we toil in pain,'Twill not be all in vain;Haste then the good to gain: Night cometh on.
What though grief rack the breast?Doth there not come a rest?Let us then do our best: Night cometh on.
