To The Sun-Dial

UNDER the Window of the Hall of the House
of Representatives of the United States

Thou silent herald of Time's silent flight!

Say, could'st thou speak, what warning voice were thine?

Shade, who canst only show how others shine!

Dark, sullen witness of resplendent light

In day's broad glare, and when the noontide bright

Of laughing fortune sheds the ray divine,

Thy ready favors cheer us--but decline

The clouds of morning and the gloom of night.

Yet are thy counsels faithful, just, and wise;

They bid us seize the moments as they pass--

Snatch the retrieveless sunbeam as it flies,

Nor lose one sand of life's revolving glass--

Aspiring still, with energy sublime,

By virtuous deeds to give eternity to Time.

John Quincy Adams

The Wants of Man

"MAN wants but little here below,

Nor wants that little long."

'Tis not with me exactly so;

But 'tis so in the song.

My wants are many and, if told,

Would muster many a score;

And were each wish a mint of gold,

I still should long for more.

What first I want is daily bread --

And canvas-backs, -- and wine --

And all the realms of nature spread

Before me, when I dine.

Four courses scarcely can provide

My appetite to quell;

With four choice cooks from France beside,

To dress my dinner well.

What next I want, at princely cost,

Is elegant attire :

Black sable furs for winter's frost,

And silks for summer's fire,

And Cashmere shawls, and Brussels lace

My bosom's front to deck, --

And diamond rings my hands to grace,

And rubies for my neck.

I want (who does not want?) a wife, --

Affectionate and fair;

To solace all the woes of life,

And all its joys to share.

Of temper sweet, of yielding will,

Of firm, yet placid mind, --

With all my faults to love me still

With sentiment refined.

And as Time's car incessant runs,

And Fortune fills my store,

I want of daughters and of sons

From eight to half a score.

I want (alas! can mortal dare

Such bliss on earth to crave?)

That all the girls be chaste and fair, --

The boys all wise and brave.

I want a warm and faithful friend,

To cheer the adverse hour,

Who ne'er to flatter will descend,

Nor bend the knee to power, --

A friend to chide me when I'm wrong,

My inmost soul to see;

And that my friendship prove as strong

For him as his for me.

I want the seals of power and place,

The ensigns of command;

Charged by the People's unbought grace

To rule my native land.

Nor crown nor sceptre would I ask

But from my country's will,

By day, by night, to ply the task

Her cup of bliss to fill.

I want the voice of honest praise

To follow me behind,

And to be thought in future days

The friend of human-kind,

That after ages, as they rise,

Exulting may proclaim

In choral union to the skies

Their blessings on my name.

These are the Wants of mortal Man, --

I cannot want them long,

For life itself is but a span,

And earthly bliss -- a song.

My last great Want -- absorbing all --

Is, when beneath the sod,

And summoned to my final call,

The Mercy of my God.

John Quincy Adams

Washington, August 31, 1841.