My Grandfather's Clock


Henry Clay Work, 1832-1884, “My Grandfather's Clock,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed May 16, 2022,

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My Grandfather's Clock


One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in good physical condition. The document was laminated. There is some lamination-related creasing on the document. Portions of the upper right and lower right corners were torn away. There is a minor tear at the upper left edge. There is a minor tear at the lower right edge. There is a minor tear at the middle lower edge. The document was folded horizontally into thirds, possibly for mailing. There are numerous textual corrections handwritten in black ink.


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Henry Clay Work, 1832-1884


W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

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Grandfatherz Clock

My grandfathers clock was too tall for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Thou it wieghed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day he was orn
It waz always his joy and his pride.
But it stoped short, never to go again, when the
Old man died.


Ninety years without slumbering:
Tick Tick Tick
It's life's seckond's numbering
Tick Tick Tick
It stoped short, never to go again
When the old man died.

And watching its pendulum swing two and fro
Many hours had he passed when a boy.
And through youth and through manhood
The clock seemed to know
And to share with his grief and his joy.
For it struck twenty four
As he entered the door
With his beautiful and blooming bride
But it stoped short, never to go again,
When the old man died.


My grandfather said of those he would hire,
Not a servant so faithful he found,
For it wasted no time
And it had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound.,
And it stood at its place
Not a frown on its face
And itz hands never hung by its sides.
But it stoped short, never to go again,
When the old man died


It rang an alarm at the dead of the night
An alarm that for years had been dumb.
And we knew that his spirit
Was blooming for flight
That the hour of departure had come.
And the clock kept time
With the lonely chime
As we silently stood by his side
But it stoped short, never to go again
When the old man died.


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My Grandfather's Clock

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Grandfatherz Clock

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Middletown, Middlesex County, Connecticut

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214 mm x 277 mm

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Susan G. Pepper