StNicholas [serial] . s lost in. Well, it is much morecomfortable to spend a night in a nice warm bed than inthe cold snow, and my mother saw to it that it never againhappened, although being indestructible, I was not physi-cally injured by the storm. STORM-WINDS BY NANNIE CLARK BARR (AGE l6) {Honor Member) Winds that are singing your song in the tempest to-night,Ye who have traversed the star-spaces, empty and waste,Out from the caverns agloom with the midnight of time,Caves that were fraught with the early beginning of things. Out from the caves ye havefled on your mission to-night — What do
StNicholas [serial] . s lost in. Well, it is much morecomfortable to spend a night in a nice warm bed than inthe cold snow, and my mother saw to it that it never againhappened, although being indestructible, I was not physi-cally injured by the storm. STORM-WINDS BY NANNIE CLARK BARR (AGE l6) {Honor Member) Winds that are singing your song in the tempest to-night,Ye who have traversed the star-spaces, empty and waste,Out from the caverns agloom with the midnight of time,Caves that were fraught with the early beginning of things. Out from the caves ye havefled on your mission to-night — What do ye care for thepuppet, the whimsical• toy, Proud of his brain and hissoul and the works of hishands? What do ye care for his tow-ers, his books, and histowns, Ye who were born when theworld was flung out intospace, Ye who are singing your songon the tempest to-night! Here in my study, with fire-light caressingmybooks, Here have I smiled at the oldsuperstitions of men, Restlessly craving assuranceI never can gain,.
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