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Show A YOUTHFUL WHIRLWIND. A slam at the gate and a bang at the door And a pellmell rush through the hall; A headlong race o'er the kitchen floor, Like the sound of a whirlwind small. I catch a flash from the roguish eyes As blue as the morning sky, And mv apple basket is overturned As the whirlwind passes by. There's a scamper of feet down the garden gar-den path As a boy and a dog disappear, But a shout a bark and a merry laugh Come back to my waiting ear. I gather up my scattered work. With a smile at their noisy joy. For what is a boy without a dog Or a dog without a boy? But all has grown so hushed and still, To the door I wondering creep. There, under the apple tree, down by the barru " The whirlwind has gone to sleep. |