5. And entered at a cottage door, Where lay a maiden sick and poor, And hope and health then brought her; From mother and from daughter. 6. And skipped along with merry glee, 'Be glad, be good, be brave, be true, A sweet and gentle wind.' THE ANGRY WINDS. 1. As this soft wind went wand'ring on, But a trifle proud; And so they crowd And crush each other, And make a rush, for each will push Unseemly past his brother. Each has just 'a proper pride,' And therefore neither stands aside. To make a way for other. 2. So here they strain, With might and main, To get the right of way; And while to pass each vainly tries, And louder now they scream and shout, Like giants mad with revelry; They strive and strain, And scream again, And angry tears in floods of rain Shower down in streams incessantly. 3. And now they lock in fierce embrace, They whirl around all frightfully; And roar with rage and spitefully; 4. They dash the traveller to the ground, They dash the clouds in dire confusion, Dash into a town, And bonnet and gown, Go dancing about in a fearful rout, And the doors all bang with a sound of thunder, 5. The ocean's spray, Tossed on high to the darkened sky, Proclaims that now o'er the sea they fly; Roaring and raging and with madness engaging And its waters high dash in feathery foam, And its billows roll on in one wild endeavour 6. Hark! louder and hoarser the winds shouting wild O'er the wracking and wrecking and waters high piled Still wander unheeding o'er ocean's broad face, 7. And now once more they have come to the land, And are rushing pell mell o'er a desert of sand, Getting each moment still hotter and hotter, Till at last, spent out with their roaring and raging, But never that death-grip in the least disen gaging, Their noise died away to a passionate sobbing, Their rage sunk down to a thrilling and throbbing, They've fainted and died in a far away land, Worn out with anger and smothered in sand. I. John. When our sailors go to foreign lands what wonderful things they must see sometimes! 2. Harry. No doubt they do, but there are many most beautiful and interesting sights to be seen in our own land. Now just open your atlas and point out some of the Capes you found marked on the map of England. Suppose we begin in the north and work round the coast to the mouth of the Thames. 3. Fohn. The first cape I looked out was Flamborough Head in Yorkshire, and the next was Spurn Head, also in Yorkshire. 4. Harry. There is a great difference between these two capes, in fact, they are as different as they well can be. Flamborough Head is high and stands out to meet the sea boldly, like a brave man |