. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . simply cant suggestA convenience the Duke had not secured, Conducive to perfect rest! For beneath the spreading and graceful treesHe could see, through the soft, gray air, A number of rockers strewn aboutWith a hammock here and there, And the indolent Duke, himself, reposedIn a gorgeous Morris chair. And up from the midst of this pleasing camp Rose a pole with a hanging rag On which were the words, More haste — lessspeed; Twas Procrastinations flag;And it gave no heed to the cheering breeze, But could only droop and sag. And the leave
. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . simply cant suggestA convenience the Duke had not secured, Conducive to perfect rest! For beneath the spreading and graceful treesHe could see, through the soft, gray air, A number of rockers strewn aboutWith a hammock here and there, And the indolent Duke, himself, reposedIn a gorgeous Morris chair. And up from the midst of this pleasing camp Rose a pole with a hanging rag On which were the words, More haste — lessspeed; Twas Procrastinations flag;And it gave no heed to the cheering breeze, But could only droop and sag. And the leaves, they rustled; the boughs, they bent, And the breezes, they blew away,But the drooping rag upon its pole Hung lifeless, as if to say, Oh, breezes, dont bother me, please, just now,Ill see you some other dav. , /, 209 «,<Jl KING TIME And the miserable hours from sleepy Snooze,All fallen from grace, you know, - Who had played their parts within the world(In clocks that were always slow), Who had lost their sense of self-respectA number of years ago,. Were lying about in the old Dukes campQuite as pleasantly as you please, And some of them lolled in steamer chairs,And all of them took their ease (It was probably all they meant to take,Excepting the cooling breeze). And the mighty Duke in his Morris chair, Was delivering quite a speechTo the faithful hours that moped about (He was quite a hand to preach),And the little boy heard these precepts, wise, And he made a note of each: 210 KING TIME Do not march without a reason,Decked in martial style,Fight no battles out of season;Wait a while! When they say the futures coming(Claimed, I think, by some),Simply answer, gayly humming, Let it come ! When youre told the days are fleeting,Dont be indiscreet,Simply say to such a greeting,* Let them fleet! Let them call us idle traitorsFrom the town of Snooze,Let them call us dawdlers, waiters,If they choose. Do not heed their loud reviling,Made in flippant style,When they say were time
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