Poem by Charles Lamb

Clock Striking

Did I hear the church-clock a few minutes ago,
I was asked, and I answered, I hardly did know,
 But I thought that I heard it strike three.
Said my friend then, "The blessings we always possess
We know not the want of, and prize them the less;
 The church-clock was no new sound to thee.

"A young woman, afflicted with deafness a year,
By that sound you scarce heard, first perceived she could hear;
 I was near her, and saw the girl start
With such exquisite wonder, such feelings of pride,
A happiness almost to terror allied,
 She showed the sound went to her heart."

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2. The Peach
3. The Young Letter Writer
4. The Boy and the Skylark
5. Hester

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