’Tis man alone divides the day, Observing hours called Time, But birds and beasts the sun’s bright ray With care in every clime. [Illustration: SUNDIAL NEAR DANBY MILL, LEYBURN, YORKSHIRE. ] Ever keep a smiling face, Finding mirth some room; Hours and minutes flow apace, Life’s too short for gloom. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT GRAFTON REGIS. ] Our life is like a chain, Made up of hours now passed, Yet only those remain Fashioned for such to last. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT SAUL, Co. DOWN, IRELAND. ] I number none but cloudless hours, So through the years to be, May the King of heavenly powers Reckon bright hours to thee. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT THE OLD MANOR HOUSE, WESTWOOD, Nr. BRADFORD, WILTS. ] Whereso’er your treasure lies, There will be your greatest ties; Ever, then, your riches send, Forward to your journey’s end. [Illustration: GERMAN SUNDIAL, EARLY 17th CENTURY. ] “All’s well that ends well”, Bear this fact in mind. Start at the end then you can tell, That all your hours were kind. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, GRITTLETON HOUSE, CHIPPENHAM, WILTS. ] Traveller, note this hour that I mark, It shall never return; Though hours I register after dark, Count not from these to learn. [Illustration: SUNDIAL ON BUILDING, “THE BELFRY TOWER,” PRA, THE RIVIERA. ] Nothing is certain, Not even the hour, For clouds like a curtain, Restrict the sun’s power. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, SCOTLAND, 17th CENTURY. ] Go, reckon my hour, Then note time of day; But remember I’ve power, To mark thine the same way. [Illustration: SUNDIAL IN THE FELLOWS’ GARDENS, CHRIST’S COLLEGE. ] Love’s like ye sun, It comes and it goes; Love’s like ye tide, It ebbs and it flows. [Illustration: SUNDIAL ON ST. CUTHBERT’S CHURCH, DARLINGTON. ] I divide ye hours, And man ye days, But ye heavenly powers Ye sun’s bright rays. [Illustration: SUNDIAL. Date 1674. ]