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tion by going either to Greece or to Rome. In the former, we 

 may view the still beautiful Athenian Tower of the Winds, 

 where we see Boreas, an old man, mujffled to the chin. Zephyr, .^ O X 

 a vernal lad shaking spring flowers over the earth, and ^ ^*^ 

 Euros, aged and enveloped against November's storms. In 

 Rome, we may listen to Virgil's flowing lines, f 



" While yet the spring is young, while earth unbinds 

 >^ "Sr-^Her frozen bosom to the western winds; yy 



While mountain snows dissolve against the sun. 

 And streams yet new, from precipices run; 

 E'en in this early dawning of the year, 

 _^ Produce the plow, and yoke the sturdy steer." 



' It is hardly necessary to refer to the mad attempt of 

 Phaeton to drive his father's sun-chariot through the sky 

 or to the pretty myth giving Zephyr the wings of a butterfly 

 with which he is enabled to brush the overheated cheeks of 

 his flower children during the blazing months of growth and 

 fruitfulness. \ 



THE FOUR WINDS OF HEAVEN' 



» To Aeolus the Wind God 



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Aeolus, sound us now thy ringing horn. ^ 

 Zephyr's master, come, salute the morn 

 Merry be thy tune whate'er the day 

 Sullen winter noon or balmy May, — 

 BUnd, mad-cap loon, changeable and gay, 

 Wynd thy horn. 



' Copyrighted, 191 6, C. Arthur Coan. 



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