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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.