Make the most of every hour, Old age brings sure reflection; Strive, then, while you have the power, To work towards perfection. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT KIRK MAUGHOLD, ISLE OF MAN. ] The Lord’s name is praised, From early light ’til dark; And every hour to Heaven is raised, Some songs, which angels mark. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, LATE 19th CENTURY. ] Who will err when Heaven’s light, Teaches us to do aright? Who will wander when the sun, Lights the path of everyone? [Illustration: KING EDWARD’S SUNDIAL, SANDRINGHAM ] Somewhere ’tis always day, Somewhere ’tis always night; Somewhere each sunset ray, Gives stronger light. [Illustration: SUNDIAL IN THE GROUNDS OF CHILHAM CASTLE, KENT. ] Injure not this dial, Damage not your friend; But let me teach awhile Life’s hours to better spend. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, BASTAL HALL, KENT. Dated, 1878. ] True friendship is not known by length of days, Nor gauged is it by what man says. Good deeds, not words, the value shall assign The proof of friendship for all time. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT DRYBURGH ABBEY. Date 1640. ] Gossip, you waste not your hours alone, Or the few minutes recorded by me; Neighbours who listen lost time will bemoan. Still, I will mark the whole lot down to thee. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, 17th CENTURY. ] Like the sound of a bell o’er the water, That is heard from some distant chime; So the brain oft recalls what was taught her, Though lost for a period of time. [Illustration: SUNDIAL FROM AN OLD CURIOSITY SHOP. Date 1700. ] Good deeds of men through time shall show, Like footprints on this earth below; And each impress that is now given, Shall make for them a road to heaven. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT THE TEMPLE, LONDON. ] Come, learn ye hour, then haste away, For time is moving on; Ye work of life will brook no stay, Take notice, and be gone. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, 20th CENTURY. ] Be thankful ’tis not always day, Nor yet perpetual night; Be thankful for the fading ray, And for returning light. [Illustration: SUNDIAL ON CHARTERHOUSE SCHOOL, GODALMING. ]