"Horas non numero nisi serenas."
There stands in the garden of old St. Mark
A sun dial quaint and gray.
It takes no heed of the hours which in dark
Pass o'er it day by day.
It has stood for ages amid the flowers
In that land of sky and song.
"I number none but the cloudless hours,"
Its motto the live day long.
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Amende to-day and slack not,
Deythe cometh and warneth not,
Tyme passeth and speketh not.
Amende to-day and slack not,
Deythe cometh and warneth not,
Tyme passeth and speketh not.
I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the
night cometh, when no read more
I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the
night cometh, when no man can work.
The Natural Clock-work by the might One
Wound up at first, and ever since have gone.
The Natural Clock-work by the might One
Wound up at first, and ever since have gone.
Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your
wrath: Neither give place to read more
Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your
wrath: Neither give place to the devil.
I count only the hours that are serene.
[Lat., Horas non numero nisi serenas.]
I count only the hours that are serene.
[Lat., Horas non numero nisi serenas.]
Once at a potent leader's voice I stayed;
Once I went back when a good monarch prayed;
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Once at a potent leader's voice I stayed;
Once I went back when a good monarch prayed;
Mortals, howe'er we grieve, howe'er deplore,
The flying shadow will return no more.
If o'er the dial glides a shade, redeem
The time for lo! it passes like a dream;
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If o'er the dial glides a shade, redeem
The time for lo! it passes like a dream;
But if 'tis all a blank, then mark the loss
Of hours unblest by shadows from the cross.
I am moved by the light.
[Lat., A lumine motus.]
I am moved by the light.
[Lat., A lumine motus.]
As the long hours do pass away,
So doth the life of man decay.
As the long hours do pass away,
So doth the life of man decay.
