Who are these giants walking in the street? Only Hal and his friends, Tom Miller and James Little. They have made stilts from pieces of wood they bought at the lumber-yard. Hal and James can walk very well on their new toys, but Tom is not so successful. He must lean against the wall, and the other boys laugh at him.
| A Song of the Wandering Wind. Listen, Children! That's the breeze
Speaking to you as he flees.
"I have no home; I rove I roam
Hark! I'm passing through the trees"
"Oer the world from end to end,
Light of wing, my way I wend.
Where'er I pass, the trees, the grass
Bow their heads, and corn doth bend"
"Yet by land, or on the foam,
I am still without a home;
I hear through all the imperious call
'Wander, wander, rove and roam.'"
There he goes! His long sigh dies
In the boughs as on he flies,
To rove, to roam, without a home,
Underneath the starry skies. F. W. Home. | LINK TO ILLUSTRATED PAGE
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