That came in the time of sun and rain,
When the whole round world seemed right?

It was then we gave, as we went along,
The faith that to-day we keep;
And those April days were for mirth and song,
While the nights were made for sleep.

Yet, though we follow with steps that are slow
The feet that dance and that run;
We would still be friends with the winds that blow,
And companions to the sun!




HALLOWE'EN

There is an old Italian legend which says that on the eve of
the beloved festival of All Saints (Hallowe'en) the souls of the
dead return to earth for a little while and go by on the wind.
The feast of All Saints is followed by the feast of the dead, when
for a day only the sound of the _Miserere_ is heard throughout the
cities of Italy.


Hark! Hark to the wind! 'Tis the night, they say,
When all souls come back from the far away--
The dead, forgotten this many a day!