. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . Onto. f 151 ON TO TICKERLEEN! Through the beautiful Land of TockerloreWent the queer little clock-work train, Past many a valley fair to see,And many a mountain chain; And merrily ticked as it sped alongThrough the Precious Moments Plain. And the echoes answered its chiming bellFrom the cliffs and the mountains gray, Till it seemed as if a thousand clocksWere ticking the time away; As if, in the hazy mountain tops,The hours were all at play. And now it would traverse some mountain ledge, As it pleasantly ticked the while,And now rush
. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . Onto. f 151 ON TO TICKERLEEN! Through the beautiful Land of TockerloreWent the queer little clock-work train, Past many a valley fair to see,And many a mountain chain; And merrily ticked as it sped alongThrough the Precious Moments Plain. And the echoes answered its chiming bellFrom the cliffs and the mountains gray, Till it seemed as if a thousand clocksWere ticking the time away; As if, in the hazy mountain tops,The hours were all at play. And now it would traverse some mountain ledge, As it pleasantly ticked the while,And now rush through a fairy grove, Or some gloomy forest aisle;And the boy, he counted the minute-hands Which noted each fleeting mile. 153 KING TIME They were placed in the pathway all along By the side of the little trackLike spectres pointing up at the sky Or sentinels tall and black;And soon they arrived at a signal post And the speed began to slack. It was nothing more than a pendulumWith its shiny disk in the air, For theyd wisely placed it upside downSo it shed a da
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