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Year after year as Summer suns come round	A
Upon the Calais packet am I found	A
Thence to Geneva hurried by express	B
I halt for breakfast bathe and change my dress	B
My well worn knapsack to my back I strap	C
My Alpine rope I neatly round me wrap	C
Then axe in hand the diligence disdaining	D
I walk to Chamonix by way of training	D
Arrived at Coutlet's Inn by eventide	A
I interview my porter and my guide	A
My guide that Mentor who has dragg'd full oft	A
These aching shaking quaking limbs aloft	A
Braved falling stones cut steps on ice slopes steep	E
That I the glory of his deeds might reap	E
My porter who with uncomplaining back	F
O'er passes peaks and glaciers bears my pack	F
Tho' now the good man looks a trifle sadder	G
When I suggest the ill omened name of ladder	G
O'er many a pipe our heads we put together	G
Our first enquiry is of course the weather	G
With buoyant hearts the star lit heaven we view	H
Then our next point is What are we to 'do'	A
My pipe I pocket and with head up tossed	A
My listening followers I thus accost	A
Mont Blanc we know is stupid stale and slow	I
A tiresome tramp o'er lumps of lifeless snow	I
The Col du G ant is a trifle worse	J
The Jardin's fit for babies with their nurse	J
The Aiguille Verte is more the sort of thing	D
But time has robbed it of its former sting	D
Alone the Dent du G ant and the Dru	H
Remain 'undone ' and therefore fit to 'do '	K
Remember how I love my comrades tried	A
To linger on some rocky mountain's side	A
Where I can hear the crash of falling stones	L
Threatening destruction to the tourist's bones	L
No cadence falls so sweetly on my ear	M
As stones discharged from precipices sheer	N
No sight is half so soothing to my nerves	O
As boulders bounding in eccentric curves	O
If falling stones sufficient be not found	A
Lead me where avalanches most abound	A
Ye shake your heads ye talk of home and wife	P
Of babes dependent on the Father's life	P
What still reluctant let me then make clear	N
The duties of the guide and mountaineer	N
Mine is to order yours is to obey	Q
For you are hirelings and 'tis I who pay	Q
I've heard indeed that some old fashioned Herren	R
Who've walked with Almer Melchior and Perren	R
Maintain that mountaineering is a pleasure	G
A recreation for our hours of leisure	G
'To be or not to be' perhaps may matter	G
To them for they may have some brains to scatter	G
But we I trust shall take a higher view	H
And make our mountain motto 'die or do '	K
Nay hear me out your scruples well I know	I
Trust me not unrewarded shall ye go	I
If ye succeed much money will I give	S
And mine unfaltering friendship while ye live	T
Nor only thus will I your deeds requite	A
High testimonials in your books I'll write	A
Thee trusty guide will I much eulogize	U
As strong and cautious diligent and wise	U
Active unhesitating cheerful sure	V
Nay almost equal to an Amateur	G
And thou my meekest of meek beasts of burden	R
Thou too shalt have thine undisputed guerdon	R
I'll do for thee the very best I can	R
And sound thy praise as 'a good third rate man '	K
But if ye fail if cannonading stones	L
Or toppling ice crag pulverize your bones	L
O happy stroke that makes immortal heroes	W
Of men who otherwise would be but zeroes	W
What tho' no Alpine horn make music drear	G
O'er the lone snow which furnishes your bier	G
Nor Alpine maiden strew your grave with posies	W
Of gentian edelweiss and Alpine roses	W
The Alpine Muse her iciest tears shall shed	A
And 'build a stone man' o'er your honour'd head	A
Chamois and bouquetins the spot shall haunt	A
With eagles choughs and lammergeyers gaunt	A
The mountain marmots marching o'er the snow	R
Their yearly pilgrimage shall ne'er forego	R
Tyndall himself in grand prophetic tones	W
Shall calculate the movement of your bones	W
And your renown shall live serene eternal	X
Embalmed in pages of the Alpine Journal	X
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By reasoning such as this year after year	G
I overcome my men's unreasoning fear	G
Twice has my guide by falling stones been struck	Y
Yet still I trust his science and my luck	Y
A falling stone once cut my rope in twain	R
We stopped to mend it and marched on again	R
Once a big boulder with a sudden whack	F
Severed my knapsack from my porter's back	F
Twice on a sliding avalanche I've slid	A
While my companions in its depths were hid	A
Daring all dangers no disaster fearing	D
I carry out my plan of mountaineering	D
Thus have I conquered glacier peak and pass	W
Aiguilles du Midi Cols des Grandes Jorasses	W
Thus shall I onward march from peak to peak	Z
Till there are no new conquests left to seek	Z
O the wild joy the unutterable bliss	W
To hear the coming avalanche's hiss	W
Or place oneself in acrobatic pose	W
While mountain missiles graze one's sun burnt nose	W
And if some future season I be doom'd	A
To be by boulders crushed or snow entombed	A
Still let me upward urge my mad career	G
And risk my limbs and life for honour dear	G
Sublimely acquiescent in my lot	A
I'll die a martyr for I know not what	A
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Edward Woodley Bowling

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