Sunset on a Pond with Now, the sowing and the weeping and Go, labor on, while it is day

Now, the sowing and the weeping,
  Working hard, and waiting long;
Afterward, the golden reaping,
  Harvest home and grateful song.
Now, the pruning, sharp, unsparing,
  Scattered blossom, bleeding shoot;
Afterward, the plenteous bearing
  Of the Master’s pleasant fruit.

Now, the long and toilsome duty,
  Stone by stone to carve and bring;
Afterward, the perfect beauty
  Of the palace of the King.
Now, the spirit conflict-riven,
  Wounded heart, unequal strife;
Afterward, the triumph given,
  And the victor’s crown of life.
                   Frances R. Havergal
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.

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.

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.

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!
     Rev. Horatius Bonar