THE SONG OF THE CLOCK.
EVERYTHING was hushed and quiet,
Ticked the clock upon its shelf;
All at once it voiced its ticking,
Sang this song unto itself:
"Time is going; time is going;
Minutes hasten by;
Every one with treasure laden,—
Catch them as they fly.
"Catch them! Make your own, the treasures
That the moments bring.
If you linger, they will-vanish—
Even on the wing.
"Minutes do not yield their treasures
With a lavish hand;
They alone can hope to win them,
Who with workers stand.
"Work away with will, and wisely,
Till the tasks are done;
Then for you some of the treasures,
Fairly will be won.
"Time is going; time is going:
Minutes hasten by;
Every one with treasure laden,
Catch them ere they fly."
The Myrtle.