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Fair blooming shrubbery here Holds but short life through the years, The prim Lonicera is sweet Its bloom life is here a rich
treat: - But of this lone-ice-era I'm tired weary And I long other flowers to greet. Then John rose from the glacier - Stretch'd
out his full measure, And down 10,000 feet, it did seem He slid on his beam, And with boulders? a score; Like mad, they all
tore And landed on Yunka's? fair stream And he fast walk'd ran As Muir always can, Leaving glaciers, mountains, trees Together,
in masses, to freeze, Making his way Toward the ocean bay Thence South, more than 20 degrees. And on Wednesday night-last
He most solemnly cast His arctic thermometer And a illegible id barometer In a cold grave On the heartless wave And took to
a gynephilometer.