The Parting Hour (Refined)

The clock doth striketh the parting hour,
as it nears, from me, all fear shall cower,
for as I ease of miserable life,
thou surely of grief shall be much rife.
Thou who whom giveth the lifeth name
Thou source of all my worldly shame
Thine whose purpose but an hour's grace
Only for death to part and embrace.
Then thou oh blanket of dirt and cold
thou oh who hideth the sin of old,
thine purpose is but to grasp in hand,
and presseth beneath the fruitful land.
Such the river flows into the flote
And thus does life to demise denote
for then I shall rejoice the hour's end
then come oh dear, oh fustiest friend