Child of the Cyclone, Cousin to the Hurricane, Tornado's twin, All hail!
The zephyrs of the balmy south Do greet thee; The eastern winds, great Boston's pride, In manner osculate caress thy massive cheek; Freeze onto thee, And at thy word throw off congealment And take on a soft caloric mood; And from afar, From Afric's strand, Siroccan greetings come to thee!
The monsoon and simoom, In the soft empurpled Orient, At mention of thy name Doff all the hats of Heathendom!
And all combined in one vast aggregation, Cry out hail, hail, thrice hail to thee, Who after years, and centuries, and cycles e'en, Hast made the winds incarnate!
To thee The visible expression in the flesh, Material and tangible, Of all that goes to make the element That rages, blusters, blasts, and blows!
And if the poet's mind speaks true, If he can penetrate their purposes at all, It is not far from their intent To lift thee on their broad November wings So high That none but gods can ever hope Again to gaze upon thy face!
_SOME ARE AMATEURS_
SHAKESPEARE was partly wrong-the world's a stage, This is admitted by the bard's detractors.
Had William seen some Hamlets of this age He'd not have called _all_ men upon it actors.
LITTLE BOOKS BY FAMOUS WRITERS
THE FIRST CHRISTMAS (From "Ben-Hur") _By Lew. Wallace_
THE STORY OF THE OTHER WISE MAN _By Henry van Dyke_
TWO GENTLEMEN OF KENTUCKY _By James Lane Allen_
EPISODES IN VAN BIBBER'S LIFE _By Richard Harding Davis_
GOOD FOR THE SOUL _By Margaret Deland_
EVELINA'S GARDEN _By Mary E. Wilkins_
COBWEBS FROM A LIBRARY CORNER (Verses) _By John Kendrick Bangs_
THE WOMAN'S EXCHANGE _By Ruth McEnery Stuart_
THE CAPTURED DREAM _By Octave Thanet_
STORIES OF PEACE AND WAR _By Frederic Remington_