The Old School Clock
'Twas a quaint old clock with a quaint old face,
- and great iron weights and chain.
It stopped when it liked, and before it struck
- it creaked as if 'twere in pain.
It had seen many years, and it seemed to say,
- 'I'm one of the real old stock',
To the youthful fry, who with reverence looked
- on the face of the old school clock.
What a terrible frown did the old clock wear
- to the truant who timidly cast
An anxious eye on those merciless hands,
- that for him had been moving too fast!
But its frown soon changed, for it loved to smile
- on the thoughtless, noisy flock,
And it creaked and whirred, and struck with glee,
- Did that genial, good humoured old clock.
Well, years had passed, and my mind was filled
- with the world, its cares and ways,
When again I stood in that little school
- where I passed my boyhood days.
My old friend was gone! And there hung a thing
- that my sorrow seemed to mock,
As I gazed with a tear and a softened heart
- at a new-fashioned Yankee clock.
'Tis the way of the world. Old friends pass away
- and fresh faces arise in their stead.
But still 'mid the din and bustle of life
- we cherish fond thoughts of the dead.
Yes, dearly those memories cling round my heart,
- and bravely withstand Time's rude shock;
But not one is more dear or more hallowed to me
- than the face of that old school clock.
|This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.|