The Sun-Dial

They that read my message clear,When the sun is shining near,Know that moments tarry notThough I keep no record here.

Noiseless as the river's flow,Onward still the moments go;Naught delays them—yet they beFreighted for Eternity!

As the sand drops from the glass,Unreturning, so they pass;And the Power that bids them fallKnows their value—each and all!