My Juggins, see: the pasture green, br Obeying Nature's kindly law, br Renews its mantle; there has been br A thaw. br The frost-bound earth is free at last, br That lay 'neath Winter's sullen yoke br 'Till people felt it getting past br A joke. br Now forth again the Freshers fare, br And get them tasty summer suits br Wherein they flaunt afield and scare br The brutes. br Again the stream suspects the keel; br Again the shrieking captain drops br Upon his crew; again the meal br Of chops br Divides the too-laborious day; br Again the Student sighs o'er Mods, br And prompts his enemies to lay br Long odds. br Again the shopman spreads his wiles; br Again the organ-pipes, unbound, br Distract the populace for miles br Around. br Then, Juggins, ere December's touch br Once more the wealth of Spring reclaim, br Since each successive year is much br The same; br Since too the monarch on his throne br In purple lapped and frankincense, br Who from his infancy has blown br Expense, br No less than he who barely gets br The boon of out-of-door relief, br Must see desuetude,—come let's br Be brief. br At those resolves last New Year's Day br The easy gods indulgent wink. br Then downward, ho!—the shortest way br Is drink.