A thing almost endowed with life.

I have just been watching a DVD sent over from Derek in Australia.

It shows how he built his organ clock and it finishes with a full recital of all the tunes.

So, in admiration of his work, I post the following.

Of all the products of man’s hands

A clock’s the finest ever wrought;

A thing that moves and gives out sounds

As though it had both life and thought.

It tells its maker how the hours

Go by, which else he could not know

With surety, when skies are dull

And all is mist and murk below.

It makes the craftsman feel the thrill,

By travail earned and patient strife,

Of having made, by his own skill,

A thing almost endowed with life.

Annette left an interesting comment after the “Grandfather’s Clock” post.

So this little verse may answer her question?