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.