Hasten, children, to be wise;
Stay not for the morrow’s sun;
Longer wisdom you despise,
Harder is she to be won.
Hasten, children, to return;
Stay not for the morrow’s sun;
Lest your lamp should cease to burn,
Ere this evening’s stage be run.
Hasten, children, to be bless’d;
Stay not till tomorrow’s sun;
Lest perdition you arrest,
Ere tomorrow is begun.