THE GRANITE HARBOUR EXPEDITION 401 



but I told him I would give him a ship during the day. The 

 Sledge Poet contributed the following Birthday Ode, dealing 

 with Gran's Nietzschian principles ; which is here published 

 with Gran's gracious permission. 



ODE TO TRYGGVE 



On his 23RD Birthday, Cape Roberts. 

 (Chanted at ye Full Pemmican Feast.) 



Trygge Gran, O Trygge Gran, 



1 would thou wert a moral man, 



And yet since we 



(The other three) 

 Are just as moral as can be, 

 A " soupcon de diablerie " 

 Improves our little company. 



O Tryggve Gran, a holy calm 



Is most essential in a psalm. 



But prose should be a thought less calmer 



When elevated into drama. 



And yet though we 



(The other three) 

 Are critical to a degree, 

 We wish success some future day 

 To the first Polar " Nature Play." 



Tryggve Gran, thou art a man 

 Who hath compressed within a span 

 Of three and twenty years, such deeds 

 That hearing which, each man's heart bleeds 



Among us three. 

 And yet though we 

 Are kind to every girl we see, 



1 have no doubt each lovely creature 

 Would rather help you follow Nietzsche ! 



Oh, Tryggve Gran, you should be dead 

 A-many years ago — instead 

 Of which, he saves you oft, 

 That " Little Cherub up Aloft." 



And therefore we 



(The other three) 

 In this new principle agree, 

 (As with your luck no man can quarrel) 

 'Twill serve us best to be un-moral ! ! ! 



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