There's love, sweet love, for one and all-- For love is best for great and small.
Greatness is not always largeness.
Strength and skill are happy comrades.
We each have a story to tell, I know; so let each one take his turn.
Nobody follows me where I go, Over the mountains or valleys below; Nobody sees where the wild winds blow, Only the Father in Heaven can know.
One day the wind blew through the town, and oh, how merry it was! It whistled down the chimneys, and scampered round the corners, and sang in the tree tops. "Come and dance, come and dance, come and dance with me," that is what it seemed to say.