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But the Spirit of the Wind had breathed upon their 
fetters till they had burst, and to-day all was life 
and music. The rushing waters spoke from every 
hill, as they poured into the valley, and swept wildly 
through the meadow-land. 
They told Mary these were the same fields she 
saw covered with snow the day before, and that 
when they were gone the grass would look green 
and the flowers bloom brilliantly. They told her 
how grateful they were to the Sun and the South- 
wind, for breaking their chains. They told of their 
home—the great ocean to which they were fast rush¬ 
ing, and how the Sun would draw them up into the 
clouds again, and let them fall upon the meadows in 
soft summer showers. They promised to come 
when the grass should be dry and parched, and the 
flowers thirsting for refreshment. And they told 
Mary not to be frightened, if they should come with 
