. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . r,And nobody took the slightest heed That one of the weary pairWas a little boy from some distant sphere, — And nobody seemed to care: 63 KING TIME And the sleepy bell on the little church,Which was chiming sadly and low, Seemed lost in a dreamy reverie,In its swinging to and fro; Seemed lost in a vision of other things,In the days of long ago. They hastened along to the Hairspring Inn,(Twas the place where theyd seen the lights) And said, We have brought four tired legs,And two splendid appetites. Have you room, mine host, for a litt
. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . r,And nobody took the slightest heed That one of the weary pairWas a little boy from some distant sphere, — And nobody seemed to care: 63 KING TIME And the sleepy bell on the little church,Which was chiming sadly and low, Seemed lost in a dreamy reverie,In its swinging to and fro; Seemed lost in a vision of other things,In the days of long ago. They hastened along to the Hairspring Inn,(Twas the place where theyd seen the lights) And said, We have brought four tired legs,And two splendid appetites. Have you room, mine host, for a little boyWho wants to see the sights ? We have, said the host, but my house is old, And I shouldnt neglect to stateThat Im doubtful if the place would do For a boy who is up to date;For the china we use is quite passe - As well as the silver plate. And the bread that we serve is quite antique - Though its thought to be very fineBy antiquarians living here, Who frequently stop to dine —And all of our biscuits and pies were madeIn seventeen twenty-nine. 64. KING TIME You see, said the Imp, drawing the little boyaside, he is inclined to be perfectly honest; he doesntwant to have you stop here and then be dissatisfied. Is he an hour? asked the little boy. Certainly, every imp you meet here is an look on his badge and youll see what hour he is;Fourth of July, 1776, 4 P. M. - That was the daythe Declaration of Independence was signed, wasntit ? He ought to have some interesting things to tell. Then the Imp walked back to the counter wherethe innkeeper was standing, and said: Pardon me, good host, I interrupted you; youwere telling us about your house, I believe. Praycontinue. And I havent a doubt, the host remarked,As the Imp and the boy sat down, That youll wrant to see our quaint, old club, Which enjoys a wide meets in a tumble-down, queer, old house,At the other end of town. Theres a little poem which I used to know, From a paper in Tickerleen,By some one who
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