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Pomona crowns the joyful feast, 

 And heaps the banquet high, 



With luscious fruit that charms the taste, 

 Yet keeps the goblet dry. 



We dedicate an altar here 



To Isis, as of old. 

 And burthen'd sheaf and ripened ear, 



Are offerings that we hold. 

 The firstlings of the iiock and herd. 



The tributes of our pride ; 

 And bridled bullock on the, sward, 



Turning the furrow wide. 



Proud matrons come with broidered fold, 



And web of colors rare ; 

 And choicer treasures, new and old. 



To make the guerdon fair. 

 Thus we, the yeomen of the land. 



To deck the altar come. 

 With earnest heart and mighty hand. 



And sing the " Harvest Home." 



Then pour the full libation now, 



Of water, not of wine ; 

 For Ceres spurned the Bacchic vow. 



Nor pressed the purple vine. 

 The garden's fruits and garner's store. 



Her temple best become ; 

 Then let us crown her here once more. 



And sing the " Harvest Home." 



The next toast given -was complimentary to the Hon. Josiah 

 Quincy, senior — 



Mr. Quincy addressed the meeting in a practical and instructive 

 speech. 



The President next introduced the Hon. J. H. W. Page, President 

 of the Bristol County Agricultural Society, as a zealous and stanch 

 friend of Agriculture, and who was present as a Delegare from the 

 Massachusetts Board of Agriculture. 



