Go, labor on, while yet 'tis day
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Go, labor on, while yet 'tis day;The world's dark night is hastening on;Speed, speed thy work,—cast sloth away!It is not thus that souls are won.
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Men die in darkness at your sideWithout a hope to cheer the tomb:Take up the torch and wave it wide—The torch that lights time's thickest gloom.
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Toil on, faint not, keep watch, and pray!Be wise the erring soul to win,Go forth into the world's highway,Compel the wanderer to come in.
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Go, labor on: your hands are weak,Your knees are faint, your soul cast down;Yet falter not; the prize you seekIs near,—a kingdom and a crown!