Did I hear the church-clock a few minutes ago, <br />I was asked, and I answered, I hardly did know, <br />But I thought that I heard it strike three. <br />Said my friend then, 'The blessings we always possess <br />We know not the want of, and prize them the less; <br />The church-clock was no new sound to thee. <br /> <br /> <br />'A young woman, afflicted with deafness a year, <br />By that sound you scarce heard, first perceived she could hear; <br />I was near her, and saw the girl start <br />With such exquisite wonder, such feelings of pride, <br />A happiness almost to terror allied, <br />She showed the sound went to her heart.'<br /><br />Charles Lamb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clock-striking/
