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THE HOURS TO COUNT 



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IN A sweet old English garden, 

 'Midst the lilies tall and fair, 

 Crimson cloves and damask roses 



Breathing fragrance in the air. 

 You will find a moss-grown sundial, 



And with patient care may trace 

 Wisdom in the Latin motto 



Quaintly carven on its face. 

 On the lichen-covered marble. 



Where the ivy tendrils twine, 

 "I will number not the hours 



When the sun forgets to shine." 



To our hearts we take this wisdom, 



Garnered in the days of old, 

 We will keep no recollection 



Of the moments gray and cold. 

 But will treasure in remembrance 



All the happy, halcyon days, 

 When the way of life was sparkling. 



And its sun was all ablaze. 

 Golden light of love shall linger 



In its glory all divine, 

 We will number not the hours 



When the sun forgets to shine. 



— Exchange. 



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