1 See how the little toiling ant
Improves the harvest hours:
While summer lasts, through all her cells
The choicest stores she pours.
2 While life remains, our harvest lasts;
But youth of life's the prime;
Best is this season for our work,
And this th' accepted time.
3 To-day attend, is wisdom's voice,
To-morrow, folly cries:
And still to-morrow 'tis, when, Oh!
To-day the sinner dies.
4 When conscience speaks, its voice regard,
And seize the tender hour;
Humbly implore the promis'd grace,
And God will give the power.
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