St Nicholas [serial] . mV \ <3 Through Hindustan he whirled about,And swirled about, and hurled about,Till, sudden, as he twirled about The town of Tra-la-lee,He came to where was standing,In amplitude commanding,Her thousand branches banding, A stately Banyan Tree. The Cyclone stopped and scowled at it,And then he stood and growled atAnd then he rose and howled at it, And who so mad as he? O Tree, he cried, away with I have no time to stay with you;I 11 just a moment play with you,While yet alive you be. The Banyan rustled mockingly,And waved its branches rock-ingly. 69 answered, shock-ing
St Nicholas [serial] . mV \ <3 Through Hindustan he whirled about,And swirled about, and hurled about,Till, sudden, as he twirled about The town of Tra-la-lee,He came to where was standing,In amplitude commanding,Her thousand branches banding, A stately Banyan Tree. The Cyclone stopped and scowled at it,And then he stood and growled atAnd then he rose and howled at it, And who so mad as he? O Tree, he cried, away with I have no time to stay with you;I 11 just a moment play with you,While yet alive you be. The Banyan rustled mockingly,And waved its branches rock-ingly. 69 answered, shock-inglyT will grieve me to depart;Yet, ere I go, pray call to meMy running rootlets all to me,My drooping branches tall tome,Or break a mothers heart. The raging Cyclone tore away,And shore away, and swore away;At every dash he bore away A hundred boughs or the more he came to see of them,The more there seemed to be of them;At length he wished him free of them,And turned him round to ;o THE WANDERING CYCLONE. Oh! But Then!!! The trailing branches stooped at him,And swooped at him, and scooped at him,The rambling rootlets looped at him, And tripped him here and there!The big green leaves they flapped at him,And tapped at him, and slapped at him,And hard and harder rapped at him, And drove him to despair. The tangling twiglets tore his face,The creepers dangled oer his face;He could not see before his face, He could not see behind ;The myriad trunks surrounded him,And bounded him, and pounded him,And worse and worse confounded him, Till he was deaf and blind. The baffled Cyclone sighed away,And tried away, and cried away: Oh, let me mount and ride awayAcross the ocean blue!Oh, let me go, you horrid things,You winding, binding, torrid things;I m sorry that I worried things ;Boohoo! boohoo! boohoo! The Banyan rustled cheerfully,And winked and chuckled leerfully ;O friend, it said, how fearfully You frightened me at first!You dont incline to clamber me?Then go! but pra
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