JLhc font M!nb0 of Ibeaven 



Four children of the Dawn, Starlight begot ; 



To each a share of Heaven did Jove allot. 



One North, one East, one Southward and one West 

 Bring want or feast, bring weariness or rest 

 Or care surceased at thy delayed behest. 

 I f^ Wynd thy horn. 



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Up, crackbrain! Art thou sleeping in thy cave 

 Aweary of the tasks Olympus gave? 



Boreas' Sire, rest thou not on fame ; 



Blow bright the fire, — fan inspiration's flame; 



Re-string thy Lyre, new songs to proclaim. 

 Wynd thy horn! 



THE NORTH WIND's REPLY 



Aeolus* voice I heard, calh'ng from Stromboli. 

 Lo, at his lightest word, out of the ice came I 

 j 1 Rushing in headlong flights 



Straight from my lair, 

 On through my Arctic nights 



Freezing the air. 

 Driving my Northern Lights. 

 Who else would dare? 



Of Came I then riotous, clasping the hand of Death 

 i* Recking no consequence, blasting with chilly breath; 



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