Domestic Didactics by an Old Servant (2). 
By Hood, Thomas. 


A FEW LINES ON COMPLETING FORTY-SEVEN

When I reflect, with serious sense,
While years and years run on,
How soon I may be summoned hence - 
There's cook a-calling John.

Our lives are built so frail and poor,
On sand and not on rocks,
We're hourly standing at Death's door - 
There's some one double-knocks.

All human days have settled terms,
Our fates we cannot force;
This flesh of mine will feed the worms - 
They're come to lunch of course.

And when my body's turned to clay,
And dear friends hear my knell,
Oh, let them give a sigh and say - 
I hear the upstairs bell.