MY GRANDFATHER'S
CLOCK.
My Grandfather's Clock was too large for the shelf, -
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by far than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a penny weight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride;
But it stopped short - never to go again -
When the old man died.
Chorus.-Ninety years without slumbering-tick, tick, tick, tick,
His life-seconds numbering-tick, tick, tick, tick,
It stopped short - never to go again -
When the old man died.
In watching its pendulum swing to and fro,
Many hours had he spent while a boy;
And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know
And to share both his grief and his joy;
For it struck twenty-four when he entered at the door.
With a blooming and beautiful bride;
But it stopped short - never to go again -
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering, &c.
My grandfather said that of those he could hire,
Not a servant so faithful he found;
For it wasted no time, and had but one desire -
At the close of each week to be wound.
And it kept in its place - not [a] frown upon its face,
And its hands never hung by its side;
But it stoped [sic] short - never to go again -
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering, &c.
It rang an alarm in the dead of the night -
An alarm that for years had been dumb;
And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight -
That his hour of departure had come.
Still the clock kept the time, with a soft muffled chime,
As we silently stood by his side;
But it stopped short - never to go again -
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering, &c.
Edward Rankle, Publisher, 365 Mulberry Street, Baltimore.
