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Of That Blithe Throat of Thine

[More than eighty-three degrees north—about a good day’s steaming distance to the Pole by one of our fast oceaners in clear water—Greely the explorer heard the
song of a single snow-bird merrily sounding over the desolation.]

Of that blithe throat of thine from arctic bleak and blank,
I’ll mind the lesson, solitary bird—let me too welcome chilling
drifts,
E’en the profoundest chill, as now—a torpid pulse, a brain un-
nerv’d,
Old age land-lock’d within its winter bay—(cold, cold, O cold!)
These snowy hairs, my feeble arm, my frozen feet,
For them thy faith, thy rule I take, and grave it to the last;
Not summer’s zones alone—not chants of youth, or south’s warm
tides alone,
But held by sluggish floes, pack’d in the northern ice, the cumulus
of years,
These with gay heart I also sing.

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