My grandfather’s clock
\nWas too large for the shelf,
\nSo it stood ninety years on the floor;
\nIt was taller by half
\nThan the old man himself,
\nThough it weighed not a pennyweight more.
\nIt was bought on the morn
\nOf the day that he was born,
\nAnd was always his treasure and pride;<\/p>\n
But it stopped short
\nNever to go again,
\nWhen the old man died.
\nNinety years without slumbering,
\nTick, tock, tick, tock,
\nHis life seconds numbering,
\nTick, tock, tick, tock,
\nIt stopped short
\nNever to go again,
\nWhen the old man died.<\/p>\n
In watching its pendulum
\nSwing to and fro,
\nMany hours had he spent while a boy;
\nAnd in childhood and manhood
\nThe clock seemed to know,
\nAnd to share both his grief and his joy.
\nFor it struck twenty-four
\nWhen he entered at the door,
\nWith a blooming and beautiful bride;<\/p>\n
But it stopped short
\nNever to go again,
\nWhen the old man died.
\nNinety years without slumbering,
\nTick, tock, tick, tock,
\nHis life seconds numbering,
\nTick, tock, tick, tock,
\nIt stopped short
\nNever to go again,
\nWhen the old man died.<\/p>\n
My grandfather said
\nThat of those he could hire,
\nNot a servant so faithful he found;
\nFor it wasted no time,
\nAnd had but one desire,
\nAt the close of each week to be wound.
\nAnd it kept in its place,
\nNot a frown upon its face,
\nAnd its hand never hung by its side.<\/p>\n
But it stopped short
\nNever to go again,
\nWhen the old man died.
\nNinety years without slumbering,
\nTick, tock, tick, tock,
\nHis life seconds numbering,
\nTick, tock, tick, tock,
\nIt stopped short
\nNever to go again,
\nWhen the old man died.<\/p>\n
It rang an alarm
\nIn the dead of the night,
\nAn alarm that for years had been dumb;
\nAnd we knew that his spirit
\nWas pluming his flight,
\nThat his hour of departure had come.
\nStill the clock kept the time,
\nWith a soft and muffled chime,
\nAs we silently stood by his side.
\nBut it stopped short
\nNever to go again,
\nWhen the old man died.
\nNinety years without slumbering,
\nTick, tock, tick, tock,
\nHis life seconds numbering,
\nTick, tock, tick, tock,
\nIt stopped short
\nNever to go again,
\nWhen the old man died.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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, Though it weighed not a pennyweight more. It was bought on the morn Of the day that he was born, And was always his treasure and pride; But […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6,33],"tags":[],"sponsors":[],"class_list":["post-101149","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-canzoni","category-canzoni-tradizionali","lingua-inglese","scopo-intrattenimento"],"yoast_head":"\n