The night cometh, when no man can work.@John 9:4

Melia Z. Haffner, in Chiming Voices, by James H. Rosecrans & J. F. Toof (New York: Asa Hull, 1893), number 32.

Palm Beach J. L. Moore, 1893 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Life seems but a sparkling river,
Flowing down the steep of time,
Bearing trusting spirits ever,
To a happy, holy clime.

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Let us, then, be up and doing,
Let us labor while we may;
Roses ’round each pathway strewing,
Treading softly all life’s way.

We have but a short probation,
Soon our labors will be o’er;
Soon from toil and sore temptation,
We shall rest forevermore!

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Yes, the night of death steals o’er us,
Calling us from earth away;
And eternity before us,
Beams with light of endless day.

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Cheering pilgrims, faint and weary,
And with tenderness and love;
Pointing thro’ earth’s darkness dreary,
To the glorious home above.

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