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Institute of the Brothers of the Christian Schools
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 157 pages of information about De La Salle Fifth Reader.

THE WIND AND THE MOON.

Said the Wind to the Moon, “I will blow you out. 
You stare in the air
Like a ghost in a chair,
Always looking what I am about,
I hate to be watched; I’ll blow you out.”

The Wind blew hard, and out went the Moon. 
So, deep on a heap
Of clouds, to sleep
Down lay the Wind and slumbered soon,
Muttering low, “I’ve done for that Moon.”

He turned in his bed; she was there again! 
On high in the sky,
With her one ghost eye,
The Moon shone white and alive and plain. 
Said the Wind, “I will blow you out again.”

The Wind blew hard, and the Moon grew dim. 
“With my sledge and my wedge
I have knocked off her edge. 
If only I blow right fierce and grim,
The creature will soon be dimmer than dim.”

He blew and he blew, and she thinned to a thread: 
“One puff more’s enough
To blow her to snuff! 
One good puff more where the last was bred,
And glimmer, glimmer, glum, will go the thread.”

He blew a great blast, and the thread was gone,
In the air nowhere
Was a moonbeam bare;
Far off and harmless the shy stars shone;
Sure and certain the Moon was gone!

The Wind he took to his revels once more;
On down, in town,
Like a merry-mad clown,
He leaped and holloed with whistle and roar,—­
“What’s that?” The glimmering thread once more!

He flew in a rage—­he danced and he blew;
But in vain was the pain
Of his bursting brain;
For still the broader the moon-scrap grew,
The broader he swelled his big cheeks, and blew.

Slowly she grew, till she filled the night,
And shone on her throne
In the sky alone,
A matchless, wonderful, silvery light,
Radiant and lovely, the Queen of the Night.

Said the Wind:  “What a marvel of power am I! 
With my breath, good faith! 
I blew her to death—­
First blew her away right out of the sky,
Then blew her in; what a strength am I!”

But the Moon she knew nothing about the affair;
For, high in the sky,
With her one white eye,
Motionless, miles above the air,
She had never heard the great Wind blare.

George MacDonald.

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DOWN (7th stanza), a tract of sandy, hilly land near the sea.

GLIMMER, fainter.

GLUM, dark, gloomy.

What is a suffix?  What does the suffix less mean?  Define cloudless, matchless, motionless.

What class of people does Mr. Wind remind you of?

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ST. PHILIP NERI AND THE YOUTH.

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