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 That sweetness of the upland air

And glow of the glad sunburst, now

Crowning with gold Queen Fuji's brow;

But when we came where snow-slips tear

The flanks of the red mountain bare,

And thence to climb the cone began,

'Mid dykes and crags, O Yoshi San!

At each hard step I did rejoice

Not to be hearing your soft voice,

And not to see your zori tread

That rugged way, which still o'erhead

Zigzagged the shoulder of the crag,

All shifting lava-dust and slag;

Almost for men too steep and rough

Winds the wild path! We had enough

Of breathless, toilsome tramp all day

Before our long line made its way

To "Station Eight"—Hachi-go-me,

Glad was I, 'mid such mist and rain

To know you safe in the warm plain.

Clambering from "Station Eight's" black rock

We topped the cone at nine o'clock,