Ye Sundial Booke

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

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

Sundials

SUNDIAL AT HILLSIDE, NEW YORK.
]

                     Follow not the idle crowd,
                     Ever fickle, ever loud;
                     Keep thou to the best of all,
                     Hark to Nature, hear her call.

[Illustration:

  SUNDIAL IN THE GARDEN OF AN OLD COTTAGE AT CHORLEY WOOD.
]

                 No man e’er lived to truly say,
                 “I’ve made the most of every day.”
                 So let this cheer in work undone
                 To feel you’ve made the most of some.

[Illustration:

  SUNDIAL OF CHARLES II., WINDSOR, 1660.
]

                  I cannot move, I have no power,
                  But yet I give a sign each hour.
                  I cannot talk, perhaps ’tis well,
                  But without speech the time I tell.

[Illustration:

  SUNDIAL AT BLACKWELL MILL, DARLINGTON.
]

                 Scorn to have it of thee said,
                 Ere sun had set, he went to bed,
                 When morning light had lit the skies,
                 He from his couch had failed to rise.

[Illustration:

  SUNDIAL AT AIRTH, STIRLINGSHIRE, SCOTLAND. Date 1697.
]

                 Time dogs us always by the heel,
                 Making each mortal man to feel,
                 Present and mightier than all powers,
                 Those spectres of our mis-spent hours.

[Illustration:

  SUNDIAL ON GRACE CHURCH, MERCHANTVILLE, NEW JERSEY, U.S.A.
]

                  He tempers the steel to its use,
                    He fashions the clay to design;
                  But man ever rusts through abuse,
                    Disfigures the vase he calls mine.

[Illustration:

  SUNDIAL 19th CENTURY.
]

                 If men rest in the arms of time;
                 O then, what of the strength of mine?
                 For every man doth surely know,
                 Time carried with one arm I show.

[Illustration:

  SUNDIAL IN MARSDEN PARK, NELSON.
]

                   If but ye sun would always shine,
                   I’d never cease to mark ye time;
                   And yet if it were ever so,
                   Ye time ye would not care to know.

[Illustration:

  SUNDIAL AT MOUNT MELVILLE, Nr. St. ANDREWS, SCOTLAND.

  Date 1788.
]

                   Our life is like a bridge,
                     That spans Time’s ancient river,
                   We leave of earth one ridge,
                     Then cross to earth for ever.

[Illustration:

  SUNDIAL, 17th CENTURY.
]

               From ye dial learn ye hours,
                 From ye mirror learn ye years;
               But length of life learn from ye flowers,
                 How short our time appears.

[Illustration:

  SUNDIAL OF CHARLES DICKENS, GADSHILL.

  Date 1793.
]

                  Men cannot simply happy be,
                  Through having of mere property,
                  For joys come not from what we own,
                  But wealth of character alone.

[Illustration:

  SUNDIAL FROM PEMBROKESHIRE.
]

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Ye Sundial Booke

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