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2 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. |
3 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.
Anna L. Coghill, c. i860 |
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