THE CLOCK WILL TICK IT AWAY.

THE CLOCK WILL TICK IT AWAY.
527.2

‘Mid the many tasks the years Im- pose
Come blithe and blissful times,
And strewn through a world of rustic prose
Are ripples of restful rhymes.
But the joys we deem the dearest seem
The shortest in their stay,
For we never can greet a day so sweet
But the clock will tick it away. Away,
The clock will tick it away. past,

Then sorrow must do the same,
But if pleasure must hurry so quickly Aslong
As a word of blame,
Tnd there’s never a night so void of light
And a word of praise is sure to last
But it wakes to a golden day.
For we haven’t a grief so broad or brief
But the clock will tick it away, Away,
The clock will tick it away.
-Nixon Waterman