TRANSACTIONS, &c. 45 



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Their feast fell down from virgin trees, 



And blushed in tray and platter, , . 



Their dessert dropped from Eden's be«s, ,- >v '^^/\ 



Their drink came up from water. /^ >> <p ^ « 



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O ! 'twas a happy, happy time, 



According to your Rhymer, 

 The apples, peaches, plums, were prime, 



But Eden's pair was primer. 

 No seasoned dish was conjured up, 



To suit a gourmand's wishes. 

 For pleasure sparkled in each cup, 



And health in all the dishes. 



There's poesy in a feast like this. 



There's music in partaking. 

 For nature brought, for purer bliss. 



Her brewing and her baking. 

 O ! he tliat loves the fruits and flowers. 



Is sure to be the purer, 

 The brightest charms will deck his bowers, 



And joy will be the surer. 



Had Adam had a pastry cook, 



Or lusty major donio, 

 Too wise, on Nature's charms to look, 



Or get a viand from her, » 



The muse herself, though at the feast, 



And feeding fat upon it, 

 Would scarce have had poetic yeast 



Enough, to raise a sonnet. 



There's nothing coarse or vile, that starts 



From Flora or Pomona, 

 They always sweeten loving hearts, 



And deck their lover's honor. 

 And not a heart, and not a mind. 



Adds charms to Nature's beauty. 

 But grows more pure and more refined, 



In this delightful duty. 



Then blessings on our social band, 



That claims so sweet a mission. 

 May soon that era bless the land, 



That now they see in vision ! 

 And every freeman, high or low. 



With pleasures overflowing. 

 Shall have the loveliest fruits to show, 



And fairest flowerets growing. 

 This was very finely sang by Mr. Stocking. 



