Life's Clock

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The clock of life is wound but once,
and no man has the power
to tell just where
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
as no man can restore.
The present only is our own;
live, love, toil with a will –
place no faith in tomorrow –
for the clock may then be still.