Then the light drum rattled swiftly, as the first sparkle of the bright sun flashed in sheer light from the crest of the great hills. The day had begun. People of the world moved on their way.
At about nine o’clock the light drum rattled quickly, and the voice in the tower cried:
“Half way! Half way up the slope of the morning!”
There was the heavy drum at noon, the light drum again at about three o’clock, with the cry:
“Half way! Half way down the slope of afternoon.”
And at sunset again, the great drum rolling, and the voice crying:
“Leave off! Leave off! Leave off!
Lift your hand, say Farewell! say Welcome!
Man in the twilight.
The sun is in the outer porch, cry to him: Thanks! Oh, Thanks!