“Love, like the sun, may sink down to rest, But daily the heavens renew it; So learn of all gifts love is the best— Go win, and not buy, lest you rue it.” T. G. W. H. [Illustration] UTILITY. He who fashioned me for ornament and use, To please the eye and to impart the time, Foreshadowed, too, a possible disuse, And fearing this inscribed on me a rhyme. Though forgotten for a season, Since I mark but hours of sun; Still, I’ve value for this reason— I lend grace for years to come. THE MOON AND THE DIAL. I. The moon peeped out on a cloudy night, And shone on an old stone wall; It lit up the face of the dial bright That stood to the view of all. II. A traveller blessed its silvery beams That guided him on his way, And called with laughter, Faith, it seems You’re worth all the light of day! III. His eye detected the sundial’s rhyme, And he read the writing clear: I work for the sun alone through time, For his light rules only here. IV. Continue your work, the traveller said; But, still, I would have you know That working for moon when sun has fled A greater power would show. V. He who made your dial and penned yon verse Could never to sea have been, Or felt the force of a sailor’s curse When no star or moon were seen. VI. He could not have heard the blessings given On a sky as bright as day, Or known beside sun’s light in heaven The value of moonshine ray. VII. Doubtless he was not able to plan A dial to do for two; But surely the most untutored man A better verse could do. T. G. W. H. VERSES AND SUNDIAL SKETCHES. [Illustration: SUNDIAL ON CHARTRES CATHEDRAL, FRANCE. Date 1573. ] Lord of light and dark we pray, Guide us to the end of day, And when hours of light are run, Guard us till the hours of sun. [Illustration: SUNDIAL ON KELWAYS’ BRIDGE, CHIPPENHAM, WILTS. ]