LIFE'S CLOCK
The clock of life is wound but once,
And no man has the power;
To tell just when the hands will stop,
At late or early hour.To lose one's wealth is sad, indeed,
To lose one's health is more;
To lose one's soul is such a loss,
And no man can restore.The present only is our own,
Live, love, toil with a will;
Place no faith in "Tomorrow"
For the clock my then be still.author unknown
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And I heard a voice from
heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord
from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from
their labours; and their works do follow them. |
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