IN ARABIA 103

Mute the trumpets wont to blare,
Breaking up the startled air ;
Even vultures in the sky

Hung asleep, and could not fly.
Bob began to cry aloud,

Lo, a dropping of the cloud,

 

And a genie from the mist
Nursing lightning in his fist !
Far and wide rang Bobby’s scream-—

Auntie says it was a dream.