THE WINDMILE
In the days before the advent of electric power people frequently made use of the wind or ot running water to drive machinery. The arms of the windmill, being made to revolve by the wind, set the machines ir. motion. Behold! a giant am 1! Aloft here in my tower, With my granite jaws I devour The maize, and the wheat, and the rye, And then prind them into flour. I look down over the farms; In the fields of grain I see The harvest that is to be, . And I fling to the air my arms, For I know it is all for me.
I hear the sound of flails Far off, from the threshing-floors In barns, with their open doors, And the wind, the wind in my sails, Louder and louder roars.
I stand here in my place, With my foot on the rock below, And whichever way it may blow, I meet it face to face, As a man may meet his foe. On Sundays I take my rest; , Church-going bells begin Their low, melodious din; I cross my arms on my breast, And all is peace within. f—Longfellow*
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXX, Issue 21414, 11 February 1933, Page 4 (Supplement)
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194THE WINDMILE New Zealand Herald, Volume LXX, Issue 21414, 11 February 1933, Page 4 (Supplement)
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