I love this little fountain as my life!
Vav. To me my dial is more, far more, than life;
It is the chronicle of the World’s life,
Written by Heaven’s own hand. As, rapt in thought,
I watch its silent solemn shadow creep
From hour to hour, and so from day to day,
True as the Sun itself—an awful record
Of Heaven’s most perfect and most glorious order—
My love is lost in reverential awe.
Oh I have chosen well in choosing this!