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All these (the Park included) I have had;
Of course you think I'm glad.
No, I can't say I am.
Your summer, I must tell you, is a sham!
I _might_, perhaps, have some poetic flights,
If I could sleep o' nights!
But who on earth _can_ sleep
When the thermometer's so awful steep?
The night, if anything, (at least _our_ way,)
Is hotter than the day!
And then--my stars!--_oh_, then!
When sleep would kindly visit weary men,
The dread mosquito stings away his rest.
Ah-h-h! _curse_ that pest!
But breakfast comes,--so soon
You almost wish they'd put it off till noon!
Five minutes' sleep--no appetite--no force:
You're jolly, now, of course!
You sip your breakfast tea--
If with your qualmy stomach 'twill agree,
Or your weak coffee,--weighing, with dismay,
The prospects of the day.
Hot! you may well say Hot,
When Blistering would hit it to a dot!
The cheerful round is brilliantly begun--
And everything "well done."
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