Oh , labor in darkness and labor by day, —
The world waits for workmen, the brave and the true
Go, work in all fields, and toil while you may, —
The world waits your coming; there 's something to do.

O men, for the times, in the mission of life,
Be strong in the conflict, be brave in the strife!
There's a crown for the good and joy for the brave
Whom toil cannot conquer, nor pleasure enslave, —
That joy, may you taste; that crown, may it shine
On each glorified brow with a lustre divine.