Poem by the 17th century Swedish post Lars Wivallius

Dirge over this dry and cold spring

A dry and cold spring speeds summer’s demise,

of winter food us depriving.

Grant help, heav’nly King, see spring how it flies

and little joy we’re deriving.

Sun warm us, don’t harm us!

For winds chastise

and cold the summer is riving.

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