Bravo!—thou hast sung it well.”
Hark! the church-clock, striking twelve,
Tingles through the merry hall;
Put the tankard on the shelf—
Rich or poor,—and stop the ball.[105]
Now, with solemn gratitude,
Thank Him, who provides us cheer;
And with equal promptitude
Reverence the fast fleeting year.
Spend the Sabbath, (’tis the last