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THE SUNDIAL by RICHARD SOLOMON GEDNEY

First Line: ONE SUMMER DAY, / I STOOD BESIDE A SUNDIAL; - TOMBS AROUND
Last Line: THEY MERGE WITH IT AND LOSE THEIR HEAVEN-WINGS!
Subject(s): LIFE; SUNDIALS; TIME;

One summer day,
I stood beside a sundial;—tombs around
Told of past generations, dead and gone,
Returned unto the dust from whence they rose:
The village church was open,—from within
Arose the sound of earnest, prayerful voices:
A babe was being christened,—a new soul
Admitted to community with Christ.
And, as I stood with bended head, and thoughts
Dwelling upon the future of that child—
Whether the good or evil should exceed—
Whether the death, which even then advanced,
With slow but certain tread, to stop his course
At his fore - destined goal, should find him one
Of the Great King's chosen, or of Mammon's slaves,—
My eyes fell on the dial; it was May;
The sun was shining brightly, and a line,
Slight and attenuate, was all that marked
The passing hour,—but that attenuate line
Could not have been bestrid or overleaped
By the hugest giant fable tells us of.
This feeble line was all the boundary
Betwixt the two eternities,—the Past
And Future;—'twas the fleeting present time.
O ye poor fools!—who say, "Live in the present,"
Go, take a lesson from the village-dial.
Learn wisdom, if ye can; learn that the minds
Of such as are content with living @3now@1
Are narrow, scopeless as that little line,
Within whose scanty boundaries they vibrate
Like a clock's pendulum, ever to and fro,
Without advancing even one little step
Beyond the aimless present. Was the soul
Debased to fleshly garments, that it should
Demean itself still further, and lie down,
And check its aspirations, for the Clod's
Requirements?—Flesh cares nought for future things.
Food, raiment, sleep, are all it asks, and gold
Wherewith to purchase these;—@3it@1 cannot pass
The mystic line, and souls that might be great,
But will not, bind themselves to earth, until
They merge with it and lose their Heaven-wings!



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