THE OLD CLOCK.
Clock of the household! few creatures would trace
Aught worthy a song in thy dust-cover'd face;
The sight of thy hands and the sound of thy bell
Tell the hour, and to many 'tis all thou canst tell.
But to me thou canst preach with the tongue of a sage,
Thou canst tell me old tales from life's earliest page;
The long night of sorrow, the short span of glee—
All my chequers of fate have been witness'd by thee.
Aught worthy a song in thy dust-cover'd face;
The sight of thy hands and the sound of thy bell
Tell the hour, and to many 'tis all thou canst tell.
But to me thou canst preach with the tongue of a sage,
Thou canst tell me old tales from life's earliest page;
The long night of sorrow, the short span of glee—
All my chequers of fate have been witness'd by thee.
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