If the time ye cannot mark, Never grumble at the dark; For if days were bright, each one, All would weary of the sun. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, 18th CENTURY. ] Yonder bird that ever crows, Nought of seconds or minutes knows, Hours alone the knave doth tell, And even these he keeps not well. [Illustration: SUNDIAL IN CHURCHYARD AT CHILHAM, KENT. ] Law and order all obey, Do not then this truth gainsay; For in use of sordid pelf, Thou are such unto thyself. [Illustration: SUNDIAL ON A BRIDGE, PHILADELPHIA, U.S.A. ] If life’s shadows sadden you, Painting all in darkest hue, Still remember every one, Is regulated by the sun. [Illustration: SUNDIAL IN ILFORD CEMETERY. ] As the tolling of a bell, Proclaims a life that ends, So I, though silently, do tell The death of hours God sends. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT FEROX HALL, TONBRIDGE. ] Into the darkest corner of our lives Oft times a sunbeam darts; Then straight within the breast fond hope revives; Dull care, repulsed, departs. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT SMEETH. Date 1826. ] There is just enough light for the task of to-day, To-morrow’s never could hold it; Go, then, work with a will and with strength while you may, For life is just what you mould it. [Illustration: SUNDIAL. Dated 1740. ] We live by each kind action, And die by those of hate; Then let no day or fraction Show worthless estimate. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, 20th CENTURY. ] A girl’s life without love, And a dial without light, Are as hopeless I’d prove As a man without sight. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT HARWORTH, DARLINGTON. ] Build not on the morrow, Sufficient for the day, Anxiety brings sorrow, No matter what men say. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, 19th CENTURY. ] I’m never in a hurry, Neither time I lose; Our life’s too short to worry, And hours to misuse. [Illustration: SUNDIAL OVER CHURCH PORCH, STOKE ALBANY, NORTHANTS. ] Hide not thy face Too soon dark falls, Send saving grace, And hear our calls. [Illustration: SUNDIAL FROM CONNECTICUT, U.S.A. ]