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And the trees in the shadow rustle and the trees in the moon- light glisten,

And though it is deep, dark. night, you feel that the night is done.

So do the cows in the field. They graze for an hour and lie

down,

Dozing and chewing the cud; or a bird in the ivy wakes, Chirrups one note and is still, and the restless Wind strays on, Fidgeting far down the road, till, softly, the darkness breaks.

Back comes the Wind full strength with a blow like an angel's

wing,. Gentle but waking the world, as he shouts: "The Sun!

The Sun!"

And the light floods over the fields and the birds begin to sing, And the Wind dies down in the grass. It is day and his work is done.

So when the world is asleep, and there seems no hope of her

waking Out of some long, bad dream that makes her mutter and

moan,

Suddenly, all men arise to the noise of fetters breaking, And every one smiles at his neighbour and tells him his soul is his own!

THE KING'S JOB

(THE TUDOR MONARCHY)

on a time was a King anxious to understand What was the wisest thing a man could do for his land. Most of his population hurried to answer the question, Each with a long oration, each with a new suggestion.