Work, for the Night Is Coming | Anna L. Coghill

1. Work, for the night is coming,
   Work through the morning hours;
   Work while the dew is sparkling,
   Work ’mid springing flow’rs.
   Work when the day grows brighter,
   Work in the glowing sun;
   Work, for the night is coming,
   When man’s work is done.
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 dark’ning,
   When man’s work is o’er.