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Show "w. H f P Rippling I' Rhymes . By WALT MASON. 4 1 ii i in tJ& air Winds. iO- The wind of spring la Joyo? . W. pleasantly it floats; it never does an, noy us with ghastly, waiting notes. It l seems to bring a ntmor f bin. mil HA crystal soar- and .i'h teaman ) i i : it; swishes through he trees We never hear it screaming, as though jfal v.-j'h stomach . .. i !e la - US m Ul EBP drcaminc. ;.r.i! i. .- i . when wr jTj wake. The sizzling wind of summer Ja Mows n. orals aalle- w. . V.d ! :. man and plumber 'Jenpunc i' w'th the rest. Tumultuous and torrid. 11 g 11 iis hurninc nay, and Diaki U I np honid mid beastly t h n i v to sj I The wooes wind if winter has little1 Qf helpful use, evangelist and printer be-A be-A rate it like the deuce. It numbs our Lit nerves ui,i sen-. as from Ihe m.ih jttl it skids; It adds to or : xpemres. , Qd p; makes us Boak on? Ii is. puii oh, the wind of autumn! It see ::t to sigh, in. nj Irirnds, nf w ne lii.i' ! , no bottom, of pain that never ends, It nails around my roti. what time he dayllghi I dies, when I am tired of swattage, : nl JiL chasing ul il: In. ., t, Mly, now slowly, it whimpers ivernead; the.es nothing so unholy. BO wend, s full of dread. It sighs, in haunted crannies, of lone di . d m-i and maids, of old forcotten grannies, who walked the earth as shades. nn |