Ye Sundial BookeHenslow, T. Geoffrey W. (Thomas Geoffrey Wall)
History
Ye Sundial Booke
Henslow, T. Geoffrey W. (Thomas Geoffrey Wall)
Sundials
I have a lesson for all who have eyes,
And a motto for all who will learn.
Then hasten in time to be wise,
And the value of hours discern.
[Illustration:
SUNDIAL ON OLD GRAMMAR SCHOOL, HAWKSHEAD.
]
Go, love thy Maker as thou ought,
The brotherhood as well;
Then honour England’s King as taught,
Nor let thy native land be bought,
While hours I have to tell.
[Illustration:
SUNDIAL AT DENTON, Nr. CANTERBURY
]
If some hardship you do mourn,
Remember hours soon flee.
Thus every living creature born,
Though by some distraction torn,
Must take things as they be.
[Illustration:
SUNDIAL ON ASHURST CHURCH, KENT.
Dated 1643.
]
Men worry ’til ’tis light;
Then ’til it is dark;
They worry through the hours bright,
Forgetting how soon lost to sight,
Is time, that leaves its mark.
[Illustration:
SUNDIAL, 20th CENTURY.
]
Men grumble at the sun,
And also at the rain;
They grumble whilst the hours each one,
Speed on and show by minutes none,
True cause why they complain.
[Illustration:
SAXON SUNDIAL BUILT IN OVER A NORMAN WINDOW.
]
The Saxons divided time into tides,
The Normans for hours found place;
But the English with minutes and seconds besides,
Added more lines than my dial divides,
And now fractions I’m likely to grace.
[Illustration:
SUNDIAL, OPHIR FARM, WHITE PLAINS, NEW YORK.
]
In Æsop’s great race, ’twixt the tortoise and hare,
The former he makes out the winner,
But the sun which took part on that day, I’ll declare,
Defeated the tortoise and outran the hare,
Though not placed by Æsop “the sinner.”
[Illustration:
SAXON SUNDIAL, GREAT EDSTONE.
]
By this dial and ancient sign,
Mark men hours of sun;
But the Architect Divine,
Portions out such things as time,
Suited to each one.
[Illustration:
SUNDIAL IN ECCLESFIELD CHURCHYARD, YORKSHIRE.
Dated 1862.
]
Finite men with finite minds,
Can measure finite things;
But limitation always binds
Each power, and Nature ever finds,
Infinity needs wings.
[Illustration:
SUNDIAL, EARLY 18th CENTURY.
]
Flowing water runs apace,
Swiftly and is gone;
So upon this dial’s face,
Time, like water, takes its place,
Ever moving on.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account