In
days of old,
When
nights were cold,
And Jack Frost in his prime;
We
heaved a sigh
For
hot July,
And good, old summer time.
Now
winter’s o’er,
July
once more,
We’re hot beyond account;
And
now we yearn
To
take a turn,
On Greenland’s ice mount.
June
30, 1904
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