I rise refreshed and finely fettled
Your cue is not to cheer but warn:
"The further outlook is unsettled."
They are too rare, these halcyon days,
When earth's a paradise rose-petalled,
For you to chill us with a phrase:
"The further outlook is unsettled."
Too often have I shirked the goal
At which (as Scotsmen say) I ettled,
Discouraged by your words of dole: