The sun finds its way to rest
It sets in the west from the east.
At appointed time when his light
Evanesces at eventide.
As the night is coming
The workers, too, drop their hats
And hang their gloves and boots;
Least their bones become weary
At sundown, they need not tarry.
©Leah C. Dancel
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