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The clock of life
The clock of life is wound but once
No man has the power; To tell just when the hands will stop
Late or early hour
To lose one 's wealth is sad indeed
To lose one's health is more
To use one's soul is such a lost
That no man can restore
The present only is our own
To seek to do God's will;Tomorrow holds no promises-
For the Clock may then be still.
Ref: On the back of my Father's business card.
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