Only waiting till the shadows

Are a little longer grown;

Only waiting till the glimmer

Of the day’s last beam is flown;

Till the night of earth is faded

From the heart once full of day;

Till the stars of heaven are breaking

Through the twilight soft and gray.

2 Only waiting till the reapers

Have the last sheaf gathered home;

For the summer time is faded,

And the autumn winds have come.

Quickly, reapers, gather quickly

The last ripe hours of my heart,

For the bloom of life is withered,

And I hasten to depart.

3 Only waiting till the shadows

Are a little longer grown;

Only waiting till the glimmer

Of the day’s last beam is flown;

Then, from out the gathered darkness,

Holy, deathless stars shall rise,

By whose light my soul shall gladly

Tread its pathway to the skies.