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SOUTHWARD BOUND.

Then westward toward the setting sun

Along the Barrier’s edge.

As a last resource, to land our force

On a place from which we could sledge.


In a solitary hut on a lonely isle

Beneath a smoke capped height,

Hemmed in by the ice that grips us awhile

We wait in the long dark night.


When the sun returns from his tropical home,

And smiles on these desolate quarters,

May the ice hold fast till sledging is past,

Then ‘What Ho'! for our wives and daughters.


LAPSUS LINGUÆ.