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THE DIAL.
Time strikes his bell in Grandeur's halls,
To warn the Proud of fate:
Preaching from hallowed towers and walls,
In Mammon's marble ear he calls,
And mocks Ambition's state.
To warn the Proud of fate:
Preaching from hallowed towers and walls,
In Mammon's marble ear he calls,
And mocks Ambition's state.
He warns the deaf: they feel the Sun,
And, basking in his ray,
Forget how soon his course is run,
How soon the longest day is done,
The brightest summer day.
And, basking in his ray,
Forget how soon his course is run,
How soon the longest day is done,
The brightest summer day.
Yon Shepherd, whom the city's chime
Scarce reaches 'ere it dies,
Far better notes that voice of Time;
And marks the solar flight sublime
With more regardful eyes.
Scarce reaches 'ere it dies,
Far better notes that voice of Time;
And marks the solar flight sublime
With more regardful eyes.
The village Dialist is He;
Well skill'd the hours to scan;
The Sun, propitious to his plea,
Smiles on his work, and bids it be
A Monitor to Man.
Well skill'd the hours to scan;
The Sun, propitious to his plea,
Smiles on his work, and bids it be
A Monitor to Man.
Ye Vain! 'ere night's cold dews benumb
Those limbs, unused to trial,
Before your hour of audit come,
When Death your debts to Time shall sum,
Consult the Shepherd's Dial.
Those limbs, unused to trial,
Before your hour of audit come,
When Death your debts to Time shall sum,
Consult the Shepherd's Dial.
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