The Wind came out of the brazen North,
And said to heart of the grieving world:
"I bring a message, I call you forth
Where Love the flags of her faith unfurled;
I tell of peace that is sweeter far
Than song that croons where the tropics twine;
For one waits long 'neath the northern star
With eyes of love, for her Valentine."
The Wind came out of the winsome West,
And said to heart of the longing race:
"I bring you tidings of all that's best,
Of love and laughter and loved one's face;
I come from red of the reeling sun,
I bring you dreams of the things divine,
And at the rim of the world waits one
Who lists for the call of her Valentine."
The Wind came out of the sweet-breathed South,
And said: "I carry her call to thee;
She waits with songs in her mellow mouth,—
She waits, and her lips like the corals be!
She waits with embraces of long delights,
And eyes that utter a language fine,—
There, there, in the aisles of the romping nights,
She waits for the call of her Valentine."
O, call of this world to the world that dreams,—
Sweet call of the Near to the Soul Afar,—
Beyond the shadows of earth's cold themes,
There's one that waits where the love lights are!
There's one that waits with her cheeks aglow,
And eyes earth-round with a fearless shine,
And Near and Far with their linked hands go
To mate with the fate of their Valentine!
Little Sermons.
There is more religion in a home full of bread and butter than a hotel full of canvas-back and terrapin.
If the Lord sends a tin-cup full of happiness, don't spend your time upbraiding Him for not supplying a ship-load.
Some people are so unreasonable that if the Lord sent them a turkey they would raise a row because he didn't furnish a barrel of cranberries, too.