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THE OLD WATCH.

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THE OLD WATCH. Thou battpfed thing, NesUlng so snugly in this dusty nook,- Some dried-up spring Thou 'mind'st me of, or withered leaf forsook Found in the pages of a dreary book Thy days are over,— The flight of Time thou'lt chronicle no more,— That restless rover, Lusty as though he ne'er saw days of yore J Or yet had gathered ages to his store. 1 Thou dusty dummy There's value in thee, though as dingy brown As any mummy. Eo-t rend my thoughts—was that a passin; frown? W e'.l! so—1 thought, thou mightst be melted down. Were languagc thine, Thou worn antique 1 what would thy language be ? Of auld langsyne,— Or, with thy sombre phiz too well agree, Upon the passing hours a homily ? Or. would thy speech With usual chant of aged homo's chime ? Wouldst thou too teach How fallen the present from the hy-gone time, lu the brave days when thou wert in thy prime 1 Or, wouldst thou tell Of the adventures thou hast seen perchance, And wondrous dwell On strange events that might each sense entrancp, More thrilling far than talcs of old Homance ? The Afrit's rise Out of the bottle on Euphrates' shore, That to the skies, Envvreathed by clouds, his form colossal bore, ► Tbou mightst surpass in strangeness from thy store. But thou through life An uneventful course, perchance, hast wended, With dulness rife Thy history is begun, perhaps, and ended With the account how seldom thou wert mended. Ah, thou art dumb! Tis vain to stay, thee, battered relic, eyeing Without, the hum Of busy life, and chime to chime replying, Though thou art mute, remind me Time is flying. Back to thy nook, With thy half-century's dust upon thee crusted With my last look, I feel that he whose sires to thee once trusted, Should so far prize thee as to have thee—dusted.

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