Kind Friend, You Do Not Know How Much I Prize This Time-Ly Treasure, So Dainty, Diligent, And Such A Constant Source Of Pleasure. The Man Of Brains Who Could Invent So True A Chrono-Meter Has Set A Charming Precedent, And Made A Good Repeater. It Speaks With Clear, Commanding Clicks, Suggestive Of The Donor; And 'Tends To Business - Never Sick A Bit More Than The Owner. It Goes When I Do; When I Stop (As By The Dial Showing) It Never Lets A Second Drop, But Simply Keeps On Going. It Tells Me When I Am To Eat, Which Isn't Necessary; When Food With Me Is Obsolete, I'll Be A Reliquary. It Tells Me Early When To Rise, And Bother With Dejeuner; To Sally Forth And Exercise, And Fill Up My Porte-Monnaie. I Hear It Talking In The Night, As If It Were In Clover: You've Never Lost Your Appetite, You've Never Been Run Over. It Makes Me Wish That I Might Live More Faithful Unto Duty, And Unto Others Something Give Like This Bijou Of Beauty. It Holds Its Hands Before Its Face, So Very Modest Is It; So Like The People In The Place Where I Delight To Visit. Sometimes I Wonder If It Cries The Course I Am Pursuing; Because It Has So Many I-S And Must Know What I'm Doing. Sometimes I Fear It Makes Me Cry - No Matter, And No Pity - Afraid At Last I'll Have To Die In Some Far, Foreign City. It Travels With Me Everywhere And Chirrups Like A Cricket; As If It Said With Anxious Air, "Don't Lose Your Tick-Tick-Ticket!" Companion Of My Loneliness Along My Journey Westward, It Never Leaves Me Comfortless, But Has The Last And Best Word. I Would Not Spoil Its Lovely Face, And So I Go Behind It, And Hold It Like A China Vase, So Careful When I Wind It. A Clock Is Always Excellent That Has Its Label On, And Proves A Fine Advertisement For Waterbury, Conn. Those Yankees - Ah! They Never Shun A Chance To Make A Dime, And Counterfeit The Very Sun In Keeping "Standard Time." Ah, Well! The Little Clock Has Proved The Best Of All Bonanzas; And Thus My Happy Heart Is Moved To These Effusive Stanzas.