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Show The Mission of the Wind. ' ITi10. Wind ho howls o'er land and sea; I An ho s wantln mo he's wuntln' mo f 1 Tno DCBBar erica, na ho bears tho beat i And feela tho chill of tho dagger sleet; , "Over tho land ' .An ver the sen, " Tho Wind's a hound i ' i . On tho track o' mol ', An oh, that tho Wind As ho strikes, might slay, An' send my aoul To tho Judgment day!" ' ,' Tho,wlPd no howls o'er land and sea; . , An lio's wantln' mo he's wantln' mo!" 1 t fho rich man cries, tho night falla dim, t And tho sloet's keen daggers strllco ' t him: I ' "Tho Outlaw Wind : In a mad, world race Hath tossed tho leaves From my dead youth's face! . r ' Tho gleam of gold' I ! So tho hound would say 'Makes a lurid light i ,i At tho Judgment dayl' " f Tho Wind ho howls o'er land and sea: j, ' Como in, O Wind! to tho soul of mo; Y . And sleety darkness, with iron bars j x Slay, and 'prison tho fear-whlto stars! i 1 lovo neither , i Lovo nor gold if- In my dying j Arms to hold: 1 But sunlight know mo When Llfo sang May; , And God stands there . ., At the Judgment day! 1 - . Frank L. Stanton in Atlanta Constltu- I i , I t,on' |