. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . // we dont, at least,Well know the reason why \159 >. KING TIME * The slur those monarchs hurl at me Ive borne from ancient days,And what they say has come to beA rather hackneyed phrase. * Within these walls, Id like to state, Ive known each royal scoff,Intending to retaliate,But always put it off. * And so these insults to my name Have always been condoned,And my attempts to check the sameIncessantly postponed. But now, with confidence serene, To-morrow morning, IWill lead you into TickerleenWith banners waving high ! And as the
. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . // we dont, at least,Well know the reason why \159 >. KING TIME * The slur those monarchs hurl at me Ive borne from ancient days,And what they say has come to beA rather hackneyed phrase. * Within these walls, Id like to state, Ive known each royal scoff,Intending to retaliate,But always put it off. * And so these insults to my name Have always been condoned,And my attempts to check the sameIncessantly postponed. But now, with confidence serene, To-morrow morning, IWill lead you into TickerleenWith banners waving high ! And as the echo died away,He heard his loyal soldiers say, My lord, you mean well try. * And if they put us to the rout, Why, then, my lord, without a doubt,Well know the reason why! 160 KING TIME * For though defeat we cant conceal,Though failure may attend our zeal,Were well repaid if we can feelWe know the reason why! Now out of the slothful and sluggish town Did the little train tick awayToward the live and dazzling Tickerleen, With its soldiers staunch and gay;. And above them floated the Tockish flagA scythe, with the word, * To-day.* 161 KING TIME And so, toward the beautiful Tickerleen,Did the little train tick along, With its load of rural volunteers,A hundred and fifty strong, And the hills re-echoed the martial strainsAs they sang this stirring song: Ye Hours of Tockerlore, Know ye the crimeThat a villain hath plannedAgainst old Father Time ? How the Duke of Procrastinate Published his viewsTo a gathering crowdAt his castle in Snooze ? How he tempted and lured them, To quiet their fears,Till the heavens were shockedAt their treacherous cheers ? i« How he offered them places,With salaries, at court ? How he promised them favoursTo win their support ? 162 KING TIME How they stood there and listened Without a rebukeTo the claims of the lazy And sluggish old duke? Then, Hours of Tockerlore, Rise in your mightAnd put the old duke And his rebels to flight! Was time made for wasting,
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