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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408089" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Grand-Father's Clock</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My grand-father's clock was too large for the shelf,<br>So it stood ninety years on the floor;<br>It was taller by half than the old man himself,<br>Though it weighed not a penny weight more.<br>It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,<br>And was always his treasure and pride;<br>But it stopp'd short never to go again <br>When the old man died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ninety years, without slumbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)<br>His life seconds numbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)<br>It stopp'd short never to go again<br>When the old man died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In watching its pendulum swing to and fro,<br>Many hours had he spent while a boy;<br>And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know<br>And to share both his grief and his joy.<br>For it struck twenty-four when he entered at the door,<br>With a blooming and beautiful bride;<br>But it stopp'd short never to go again<br>When the old man died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ninety years, without slumbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)<br>His life seconds numbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)<br>It stopp'd short never to go again<br>When the old man died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My grandfather said that of those he could hire,<br>Not a servant so faithful he found;<br>For it wasted no time, and had but one desire --<br>At the close of each week to be wound.<br>And it kept in its place -- not a frown upon its face,<br>And its hands never hung by its side;<br>But it stopp'd short never to go again<br>When the old man died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ninety years, without slumbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)<br>His life seconds numbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)<br>It stopp'd short never to go again<br>When the old man died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It rang an alarm in the dead of the night -- <br>An alarm that for years had been dumb;<br>And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight --<br>That his hour of departure had come.<br>Still the clock kept the time, with a soft and muffled chime,<br>As we silently stood by his side;<br>But it stopp'd short never to go again<br>When the old man died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ninety years, without slumbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)<br>His life seconds numbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)<br>It stopp'd short never to go again<br>When the old man died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Clay+Work">Henry Clay Work</a><div class=q>
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So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a penny weight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,
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