My Grandfather’s Clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor.
It was taller by half than the old man himself
but it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born.
It was always his treasure and pride.
But it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.
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Ninety years without slumbering, tic toc, tic toc
His life’s seconds numbering, tic toc, tic toc
It stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.
In watching its pendulum swing too 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 twentyfour 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.
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My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he’d found.
For it kept to its place and had but one desire
At the end of each week to be wound.
For it stood in its place, not a frown upon its face
And its hands never hung by its sides.
But it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died
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