Ye Sundial Booke

Name: Ye Sundial Booke
Author: Henslow, T. Geoffrey W. (Thomas Geoffrey Wall)

Henslow, T. Geoffrey W. (Thomas Geoffrey Wall)

Sundials

SUNDIAL, BADMINTON HOUSE, GLOUCESTERSHIRE.
]

                 Believe me, mortals, when I say,
                 The past is what we make to-day;
                 So let us heed each hour of time,
                 E’er age gives way to youth and prime.

[Illustration:

  SUNDIAL AT WIMBORNE MINSTER, DORSETSHIRE.
]

                  O, Light of Light, come ever shine,
                  And show to me Thy way, not mine;
                  Nor let the hours wasted be,
                  That all too soon return to Thee.

[Illustration:

  SUNDIAL AT ABERDOUR.
]

                     Let the present ever be
                     Thy greatest care continually;
                     Future is not in thy hand,
                     Or past again at thy command.

[Illustration:

  SUNDIAL IN CLOISTER GARDENS, WINCHESTER COLLEGE.

  Dated 1712.
]

                 Like the smoke I soon shall go,
                 Journeying where no man doth know;
                 Though with the smoke doubtless I must
                 Revisit earth again in dust.

[Illustration:

  SUNDIAL IN ASHLEWORTH CHURCHYARD, GLOUCESTERSHIRE.
]

                    Learn to make the most of time,
                    For to waste it is a crime,
                    And some day we give account
                    Of loss and gain’s exact amount.

[Illustration:

  GLASS SUNDIAL, 17TH CENTURY.
]

                   If you threw yesterday away,
                   Then make up for your loss to-day;
                   Life is short and quickly run,
                   Haste, for soon the day is done.

[Illustration:

  ROMAN SUNDIAL IN DOVER MUSEUM.
]

                 Memory echo of the past,
                 Faint or clear for ever last;
                 Bring back happy hours each one,
                 But hide the rest, let not them come.

[Illustration:

  SUNDIAL, EARLY 17TH CENTURY.
]

                   No matter how the hours fly,
                   Men with faith on me rely;
                   Neither have they found me wrong,
                   Though I have lived so very long.

[Illustration:

  SUNDIAL, EARLY 17TH CENTURY.
]

                   God made the sun to rule the day,
                   And man made me to mark each ray;
                   Therefor with the two, you know,
                   Nought’s amiss with light below.

[Illustration:

  SUNDIAL.

  Date 1735.
]

                Pilgrim dedicate each hour
                To the source of light and power;
                Thus before thy journey ends
                No fears shall cloud the last He sends.

[Illustration:

  SUNDIAL AT CORPUS CHRISTI COLLEGE, OXFORD.

  Date 1581.
]

               Soldier, though the time you mark,
               Mark not time ’till it is dark.
               Good drill, like mine, I’d have you know;
               Turn to the right and forward go.

[Illustration:

  SUNDIAL, HOLLAND, 17TH CENTURY.
]

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Ye Sundial Booke

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