THE SUN-DIAL AT WELLS COLLEGE

FOR THE CLASS OF 1904


The shadow by my finger cast
Divides the future from the past:
Before it, sleeps the unborn hour,
In darkness, and beyond thy power:
Behind its unreturning line,
The vanished hour, no longer thine:
One hour alone is in thy hands,--
The NOW on which the shadow stands.

March, 1904.



TO MARK TWAIN


I

AT A BIRTHDAY FEAST

With memories old and wishes new
We crown our cups again,