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Verse 1
Go, labor on, while it is day;
The world’s dark night is hastening on:
Speed, speed thy work,—cast sloth away!
It is not thus that souls are won.
Verse 2
Men die in darkness at your side,
Without a hope to cheer the tomb:
Take up the torch and wave it wide—
The torch that lights time’s thickest gloom.
Verse 3
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.
Verse 4
Go, labor on: your hands are weak;
Your knees are faint, your soul cast down,
Yet falter not; the prize you seek
Is near,—a kingdom and a crown!