Ho! all gardeners find Your forks and your spades; For the sun has consigned, This shade to the shades. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, 19th CENTURY. ] Spend each hour as best you may— Life is full of sorrow, And the roses of to-day Live but through the morrow. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT PRESTBURY, ENGLAND. ] Though Heaven is our home, We pilgrims have no option, Whilst we are here, but roam O’er the land of our adoption. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT KILRAVOCK CASTLE, SCOTLAND. ] Life’s a bubble some men say, Who never look at me; It may be so to fools, but know Life’s stern reality. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, 17th CENTURY. ] I view the early dawn, Endure the heat of day, And hours of night till morn Watch silently away. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, 19th CENTURY. ] Be like a cork on the ocean Of Time’s unlimited span, And though troubles may sink hold the notion, To rise up again the same man. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT CASTLE HOUSE, CALNE, WILTS. ] Everyone I’d have you know, Some day must a journey go, But, like me, not all come round, To follow the paths they’ve proved so sound. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT THE CHÂTEAU DE TOURNEUELLES, FRANCE. ] Come, follow me, And you shall see, The morning dawn, And shadows flee. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT ST. ANNE’S, TINTERN, MONMOUTHSHIRE. Date 1680. ] Attend to your work, ’Tis ever best, For others will shirk, Where there’s no zest. [Illustration: SUNDIAL 17th CENTURY. ] The man who lets these hours decay, With charity undone, May want a friend another day, And fail to find e’en one. [Illustration: SUNDIAL IN THE BOTANICAL GARDENS, OXFORD. ] Good health to enjoy ye hour, And some strength to improve it, Let shadows no sweetness sour, Whilst my gnomon can move it. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT HARTBURN, NORTHUMBERLAND. ] Keep your eyes well open, Never miss a chance, Trust to me to holpen, All who at me glance. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, 20th CENTURY. ]