The Clock Of Life is wound but once
and no man has the power,
To say just when the hands will stop,
at late or early hour.

To lose one's wealth is sad indeed,
To lose one's health is more;
To lose one's soul is such a loss
That no man can restore.

Now is the only time you own,
So live and toil with will;
Place no faith in your tomorrow,
For the clock may then be still.