As Time Glides On: The Months in Picture and Poem

by Unknown

As Time
Glides
On

Hazell, Watson & Viney, Limd. Lith.
London & Aylesbury.

I wear not the purple of earth-born kings,
Nor the stately ermine of lordly things;
But monarch and courtier though great they be,
Must fall from their glory, and bend to me.
My sceptre is gemless; yet who can say
They will not come under its mighty sway?
Ye may learn who I am,—there's the passing chime
And the dial to herald me—Old King Time!

Eliza Cook.

As Time
Glides On.

The Months
in Picture and Poem.
arranged by
G. Thompson Hutchinson.

Frank Hobden, George H. Edwards, H. F. Hobden,
A. Woodruff
and
Allan Barraud.

LONDON
Hodder and Stoughton,
27, Paternoster Row.

The months are met with their crownlets on,
As Julius Cæsar crowned them;
With slaves the gentleman thirty-one,
And the ladies thirty round them.

Old Ballad.