Seek help then Divine, Christian fraternity.
No man may ever my hours deride,
Who has lost by such, train, horse, or tide.
The age of this dial, who can compute it?
So hazard no guess for men to refute it.
Work so hard to-day that you
Will find the morrow with less to do.
Like the print of feet on the sand or snow,
This shadow reveals where the sun doth go.
Remember, an old age shall tell,