The Little Villager's Verse Book — Hour-glass

As by my mother's side I stand,
Whose hairs from time are few and gray,
I watch the hour-glass shed its sand,
To mark how wears the night away.

Her sight, by age, is now decay'd;
The spectacles to aid her eyes,
Upon the Bible-leaf are laid,
That open in the window lies.

Though age must many ills endure,
As time for ever runs away,
This shows her Christian comforts sure,
And leads to Heaven's eternal day.