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THE ANCIENT FAMILY CLOCK.
So, here thou art, old friend, Ready thine aid to lend, With honest face. The gilded figures just as bright Upon thy painted case, As when I ran with young delight Their garniture to trace, And though forbid thy burnished robe to touch, Still gazed with folded hands, admiring long and much.
But where is she who sate Near in her elbow chair, Teaching with patient care Life's young beginnner, on thy dial plate To count the winged minutes, fleet and fair, And mark each hour with deeds of love? Lo, she hath broke her league with time, and found the rest above.
Thrice welcome, ancient crone 'Tis sweet to gaze on thee,