Haste Traveler Haste The Night Comes on {Haste Traveler Haste The Night Comes on TROYLAND-Francis R. Statham CLOLATA-W. St. Clair Palmer Haste, Traveler, Haste! The Night Comes on } Haste, traveler, haste! the night comes on, And many a shining hour is gone; The storm is gathering in the west, And thou far off from home and rest. The rising tempest sweeps the sky; The rains descend, the winds are high; The waters swell, and death and fear Beset thy path, nor refuge near. Oh, yet a shelter you may gain, A covert from the wind and rain; A hiding place, a rest, a home, A refuge from the wrath to come! Then linger not in all the plain; Flee for thy life; the mountain gain; Oh, speed thee, speed thee on thy way!