The Days And The Year

What in the world, my own little oae? Our world belougs to that clock the sun, Steady it spius: while the clock beats true Days and seasons for me and yon And tick-tick-tock! soes the mighty clock While time swings on below, Now left- now right; now day- now night, With a tick-tick to and fro. The pussy-willow in coat of fur; A sweet pink rose io the wind astir; A maple leaf with a crimson blush; Then falliug snow-flakes, and winter's hush - While tick-tick-tock goes the mighty clock, And the world swings on below, Budding - blowiug ; sbining - snowing - With a tick-tock to aud fro. A llttle song when the heart is glad, A little sigh when the way is sad ; Whether the shadows or sunbeams f all, Sweet rest and dreaming at last for all, While tick-tick-tock goes the mighty clocb, And the world swings on below, SmilinR- sighing; singing- crylng- With a tick-tock to and fro. So this is the way, my own little one, Our world belongs to that clockthe sun, And the hand that somewhere keeps the key Is the same that holdeth you and me, While tick-tick-tock goes the mighty clock, And the world swings on below, Now left- now right; now day- now night, With a tink-top.k to and fro.