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GOOSEBERRY - PIE.
A PINDARIC ODE.
Gooseberry-Pie is best.
Full of the theme O Muse begin the song ! What tho' the sunbeams of the West Mature within the Turtle's breast
Blood glutinous and fat of verdant hue?
What tho' the Deer bound sportively along O'er springy turf, the Park's elastic vest?
Give them their honours dueBut Gooseberry Pie is best.
Behind his oxen slow
The patient Ploughman plods.
And as the Sower followed by the clods Earth's genial womb received the swelling seed. The rains descend, the grains they grow ; Saw ye the vegetable ocean
Roll its green billows to the April gale ? The ripening gold with multitudinous motion
Sway o'er the summer vale ?
It flows thro' Alder banks along
Beneath the copse that hides the hill z
The stream that turns the Mill.
shall catch its gleam anon ;
Blow fair, blow fair, thou orient gale !
Ye winds enamour'd, lingering lie! !
Ye tempests of the sky!
The Vulture's feet are scaled with blood,
His darling planter brood.
First in the spring thy leaves were seen,
Thou beauteous bush, so early green !
O safer than the Alcides-conquer'd tree
No Dragon does there need for thee
And guard thy fruit so fine,
Thou vegetable Porcupine !
O Jane! that I should dine !
The flour, the sugar, and the fruit,
And they were well bestow'd.
Praise my Pindaric Ode?
THEODERIT, The HURON'S ADDRESS to the DEAD..
Brother, thou wert strong in youth !
Unhappy man was he
Unhappy man was he
And he who from thy hand
When the Evil Spirits seized thee,
We bade the Jongler come
And bring his magic aid ;
With songs and shouts and cries,
To free thee from their power.
Thou sittest amongst us on thy mat,
The bear-skin from thy shoulder hangs,
That traversed the forest track,
Thundered the yell of war ;
Those lips are silent now,
Loose hangs the strong right arm!
And where is That which in thy voice
The language of friendship spake?
That fill'd thy limbs with life?
Thou art amongst us still,
The Iroquois will learn
That thou hast ceas'd from war, "Twill be a joy like victory, For thou wert the scourge of their race.