The South Wind: A Fisherman's Blessings

O blessed drums of Aldershot! O blessed South-west train! O blessed, blessed Speaker's clock, All prophesying rain! O blessed yaffil, laughing loud! O blessed falling glass! O blessed fan of cold gray cloud! O blessed smelling grass! O bless'd South wind that toots his horn Through every hole and crack! I'm off at eight to-morrow morn, To bring such fishes back! Eversley, April 1, 1856.