The early poems of John Clare 1804-1822: General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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TO AN HOUR GLASS
Old fashiond uncooth measurer of the dayI love to watch thy siltering burthen pass
Tho some there is that lives woud bid thee stay
But those view reasons thro a different glass
To him times meter who adresses thee
The world has joys which they may deem as such
The world has wealth to season vanity
& wealth is theirs to make their va[i]ness much
But small to do worlds joys & fortunes fee
Wi him times cronicler who welcomes thee
So jog thou on thro hours of doomd distress
So haste thou on the glimpse of hopes to come
As every sand grain counts a trouble less
As every draind glass leaves me nearer home
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