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.