. St. Nicholas [serial]. d the ghostly fingers of withered leaves Come tapping against the pane. But what of the wind and rain? say I ; And what of the dripping the glowing fire in the chimney roars And deadens the sound of the leaves? I lay by the unread book in my hand. And gaze on the embers all the wonders of olden days Unfold to my dazzled sight. The fire no more in our chimney burns. It glows within castle doors ;And instead of the simple cherry wood, The yule-log leaps and roars. And I am a princess of fair renown. And this is my castle hall,And I know I shall see,
. St. Nicholas [serial]. d the ghostly fingers of withered leaves Come tapping against the pane. But what of the wind and rain? say I ; And what of the dripping the glowing fire in the chimney roars And deadens the sound of the leaves? I lay by the unread book in my hand. And gaze on the embers all the wonders of olden days Unfold to my dazzled sight. The fire no more in our chimney burns. It glows within castle doors ;And instead of the simple cherry wood, The yule-log leaps and roars. And I am a princess of fair renown. And this is my castle hall,And I know I shall see, if I turn my head. My suitors noble and tall. And the rain and the wind can grieve no more,While the flames leap higher and higher. For enchantment lurks in the crackling logsWhen you sit by the Christmas fire. A NATURE STORY BY NARKA NELSON (aGE 16) (Silver Badge)Many, many years ago, in the heart of a deep, darkwood, the wild-flowers held an assembly. It had beenraining all day, the first rain for several weeks—hot,. indoors. by RAYMOND EDDY, AGE 14. dry weeks when the poor flowers could hardly after day their fervent prayers, whispered throughparched leaves, had gone up to the unrelenting clouds,lazily floating about in the bluest of skies. To-day thathot sun, which had ceased to be beautiful to the dyingflowers, had been hidden by dark clouds, and a softrefreshing rain had fallen. Great joy and wild excitement prevailed in Natures fairy kingdom, and when the rain was over, the flowersassembled under the old oak-tree. They decided thatsuch a welcome gift should no longer go unrewarded,but that hereafter the beauty which the showers be-stowed upon their drooping petals should be reflected inthe sky. The little blue violet was the first to give her colorto the cause. Soon the morning-glory contributed herchoicest indigo ; then came the blue-eyed forget-me-notand the dainty yellow buttercup. The tiger-lily steppedout arrayed in her brightest orange, and the brill
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