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POEMS.
Pomona's Gifts.
To denizens of dusty streets
That circumscribe their pent abodes,
By chance who traverse rural roads,
The charming sight itself repeats,
Again and oft, of luscious sweets
Uppiled in verdant, cool retreats.
That circumscribe their pent abodes,
By chance who traverse rural roads,
The charming sight itself repeats,
Again and oft, of luscious sweets
Uppiled in verdant, cool retreats.
Inviting clusters load the vine,
Whose flavor hid in spheric shapes
Belies the tale of "Sour Grapes";
For taste of which so saccharine,
The reason why may one divine
The philosophic fox should pine.
Whose flavor hid in spheric shapes
Belies the tale of "Sour Grapes";
For taste of which so saccharine,
The reason why may one divine
The philosophic fox should pine.
O angels! it is hard to pray
"Into temptation lead us not"!
Who every step are nearer brought
Where plenty maketh glad the way,
As oases the desert gray,
Or beacon lights the harbor bay.
"Into temptation lead us not"!
Who every step are nearer brought
Where plenty maketh glad the way,
As oases the desert gray,
Or beacon lights the harbor bay.
And hard to interdict the hand
From reaching through our neighbor's fence—
Forgive the covetous intents!—
Where monarchs of the orchard stand,
And scatter treasures as the sand
Is strewn alone; the ocean strand.
From reaching through our neighbor's fence—
Forgive the covetous intents!—
Where monarchs of the orchard stand,
And scatter treasures as the sand
Is strewn alone; the ocean strand.
