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THE SUN-DIAL
They that read my message clear,
When the sun is shining near,
Know that moments tarry not
Though I keep no record here.
Noiseless as the river's flow,
Onward still the moments go;
Naught delays them—yet they be
Freighted for Eternity!
As the sand drops from the glass,
Unreturning, so they pass;
And the Power that bids them fall
Knows their value—each and all!
