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AUTUMN STORIES AND POEMS 



STORY OP PHAETHON 



HERE is Apollo driving the car of the sun 

 through the sky. 



How wild the horses are ! How they seem 

 to rear and plunge ! 



And yet how lightly he holds the reins ! 



They know their master. They obey the 

 lightest touch of his hand. 



But what if some one else should dare to 

 drive them ! 



How they would pull on the bit, and stamp 

 and fret ! 



There was once a young man who was so 



