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VOICE OF THE OLD CLOCK. 257
Joy, that rises now from rest, Pours its full tides through the breast, Bids the pulses start.
VOICE OF THE OLD CLOCK. I gazed on this relic of olden time, And, startled at hearing its mournful chime, " What hast thou seen ?" I exclaim'd with a
sigh,^ And a voice from the old clock made reply:
" Well may'st thou ask what I have seen, And tremble at my startling chime;
For I have measured slowly here, A full half century of time.
" I've measured moments big with joy
, To many a youthful, happy heart; And I have struck the awful hour,
Which bade their earthly hopes depart.
* " Bright-flashing eyes have beam'd on me, Glad hearts have listen'd to my tone, While I was counting rapidly
The happy hours which fled too soon.
" And weary eyes have upward tura'd, To trace the hours which moved too slow,
While in the bosom darkly burn'd Consuming cares, and grief, and woe. 11