Upon
list'ning
to
the
Vibrations
of
a
Clock
.
INstructive
Sound
!
I'm
now
convinc'd
by
Thee
Time
in
its
Womb
may
bear
Infinity
.
How
the
past
Moment
dies
,
and
throbs
no
more
!
What
Worlds
of
Parts
compose
the
rolling
Hour
!
The
least
of
these
a
serious
Care
demands
;
For
tho'
they're
little
,
yet
they're
Golden
Sands
:
By
some
great
Deeds
distinguish'd
all
in
Heav'n
,
For
the
same
End
to
me
by
Number
giv'n
!
Cease
,
Man
,
to
lavish
Sums
thou
ne'er
hast
told
!
Angels
,
tho'
Deathless
,
dare
not
be
so
bold
!