Solvitur Acris Hiemps.

My Juggins, see: the pasture green,
    Obeying Nature's kindly law,
Renews its mantle; there has been
    A thaw.

The frost-bound earth is free at last,
    That lay 'neath Winter's sullen yoke
'Till people felt it getting past
    A joke.

Now forth again the Freshers fare,
    And get them tasty summer suits
Wherein they flaunt afield and scare
    The brutes.

Again the stream suspects the keel;
    Again the shrieking captain drops
Upon his crew; again the meal
    Of chops

Divides the too-laborious day;
    Again the Student sighs o'er Mods,
And prompts his enemies to lay
    Long odds.

Again the shopman spreads his wiles;
    Again the organ-pipes, unbound,
Distract the populace for miles
    Around.

Then, Juggins, ere December's touch
    Once more the wealth of Spring reclaim,
Since each successive year is much
    The same;

Since too the monarch on his throne
    In purple lapped and frankincense,
Who from his infancy has blown
    Expense,

No less than he who barely gets
    The boon of out-of-door relief,
Must see desuetude,--come let's
    Be brief.

At those resolves last New Year's Day
    The easy gods indulgent wink.
Then downward, ho!--the shortest way
    Is drink.