Night comes when no man can work. Like a true fireman, I am always ready. He hath made his choice aright, who counted but the hours of light. Till the day dawn and the shadows flee away. My time is in thy hand.
Man wants but little here below, nor wants that little wrong.
Only as I abide in the light of heaven do I fulfil the will of my maker. They pass by and are scorned. So passes the glory of the world. The sun guides me the shadows gone. Tak tent o'time, ere time be tint.