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A POEM IN THREE CANTOS	A
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Canto I	B
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Ye Alps audacious through the heavens that rise	A
To cramp the day and hide me from the skies	A
Ye Gallic flags that o'er their heights unfurled	C
Bear death to kings and freedom to the world	C
I sing not to you A softer theme I choose	A
A virgin theme unconscious of the muse	A
But fruitful rich well suited to inspire	D
The purest frenzy of poetic fire	E
Despise it not ye bards to terror steeled	C
Who hurl your thunders round the epic field	C
Nor ye who strain your midnight throats to sing	F
Joys that the vineyard and the stillhouse bring	F
Or on some distant fair your notes employ	G
And speak of raptures that you ne'er enjoy	G
I sing the sweets I know the charms I feel	H
My morning incense and my evening meal	H
The sweets of Hasty Pudding Come dear bowl	I
Glide o'er my palate and inspire my soul	I
The milk beside thee smoking from the kine	J
It's substance mingled married in with thine	J
Shall cool and temper thy superior heat	C
And save the pains of blowing while I eat	C
Oh could the smooth the emblematic song	K
Flow like thy genial juices o'er my tongue	L
Could those mild morsels in my numbers chime	M
And as they roll in substance roll in rime	M
No more thy awkward unpoetic name	M
Should shun the muse or prejudice thy fame	M
But rising grateful to the accustomed ear	N
All bards should catch it and all realms revere	O
Assist me first with pious toil to trace	A
Through wrecks of time thy lineage and they race	A
Declare what lovely squaw in days of yore	P
Ere great Columbus sought thy native shore	P
First gave thee to the world her works of fame	M
Have lived indeed but lived without a name	M
Some tawny Ceres goddess of her days	A
First learned with stones to crack the well dried maize	A
Through the rough sieve to shake the golden shower	E
In boiling water stir the yellow flour	E
The yellow flour bestrewed and stirred with haste	C
Swell in the flood and thickens to a paste	C
Then puffs and wallops rises to the brim	M
Drinks the dry knobs that on the surface swim	M
The knobs at last the busy ladle breaks	A
And the whole mass its true consistence takes	A
Could but her sacred name unknown so long	K
Rise like her labors to the son of song	K
To her to them I'd consecrate my lays	A
And blow her pudding with the breath of praise	A
If 'twas Oella whom I sang before	P
I here ascribe her one great virtue more	P
Not through the rich Peruvian realms alone	J
The fame of Sol's sweet daughter should be known	J
But o'er the world's wide climes should live secure	Q
Far as his rays extend as long as they endure	Q
Dear Hasty Pudding what unpromised joy	G
Expands my heart to meet thee in Savoy	G
Doomed o'er the world through devious paths to roam	M
Each clime my country and each house my home	M
My soul is soothed my cares have found an end	C
I greet my long lost unforgotten friend	C
For thee through Paris that corrupted town	J
How long in vain I wandered up and down	J
Where shameless Bacchus with his drenching hoard	C
Cold from his cave usurps the morning board	C
London is lost in smoke and steeped in tea	C
No Yankee there can lisp the name of thee	C
The uncouth word a libel on the town	J
Would call a proclamation from the crown	J
For climes oblique that fear the sun's full rays	A
Chilled in their fogs exclude the generous maize	A
A grain whose rich luxuriant growth requires	A
Short gentle showers and bright ethereal fires	A
But here though distant from our native shore	P
With mutual glee we meet and laugh once more	P
The same I know thee by that yellow face	A
That strong complexion of true Indian race	A
Which time can never change nor soil impair	R
Nor Alpine snows nor Turkey's morbid air	R
For endless years though every mild domain	J
Where grows the maize there thou art sure to reign	J
But man more fickle the bold incense claims	A
In different realms to give thee different names	A
Thee the soft nations round the warm Levant	C
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polanta	C
call the French of course	A
polenta	C
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Ev'n in thy native regions how I blush	S
To hear the Pennsylvanians call thee	C
mush	S
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On Hudson's banks while men of Belgic spawn	J
Insult and eat thee by the name suppawn	J
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All spurious appellations void of truth	T
I've better known thee from my earliest youth	T
Thy name is Hasty Pudding thus our sires	A
Were wont to greet thee fuming from their fires	A
And while they argued in thy just defence	A
With logic clear they thus explained the sense	A
'In	J
haste	C
the boiling cauldron o'er the blaze	A
Receives and cooks the ready powdered maize	A
In	J
haste	C
'tis served and then in equal	U
haste	C
With cooling milk we make the sweet repast	C
No carving to be done no knife to grate	C
The tender ear and wound the stony plate	C
But the smooth spoon just fitted to the lip	V
And taught with art the yielding mass to dip	V
By frequent journeys to the bowl well stored	C
Performs the hasty honors of the board '	-
Such is the name significant and clear	O
A name a sound to every Yankee dear	O
But most to me whose heart and palate chaste	C
Preserve my pure hereditary taste	C
There are who strive to stamp with disrepute	C
The luscious food because it feeds the brute	C
In tropes of high strained wit while gaudy prigs	A
Compare thy nursling man to pampered pigs	A
With sovereign scorn I treat the vulgar jest	C
Nor fear to share thy bounties with the beast	C
What though the generous cow gives me to quaff	G
The milk nutritious am I then a calf	G
Or can the genius of the noisy swine	J
Though nursed on pudding thence lay claim to mine	J
Sure the sweet song I fashion to thy praise	A
Runs more melodious than the notes they raise	A
My song resounding in its grateful glee	C
No merit claims I praise myself in thee	C
My father loved thee through his length of days	A
For thee his fields were shaded o'er with maize	A
From thee what health what vigor he possessed	C
Ten sturdy freemen from his loins attest	C
Thy constellation ruled my natal morn	J
And all my bones were made of Indian corn	J
Delicious grain whatever form ti take	W
To roast or boil to smother or to bake	W
In every dish 'tis welcome still to me	C
But most my Hasty Pudding most in thee	C
Let the green succotash with thee contend	C
let beans and corn their sweetest juices blend	C
Let butter drench them in its yellow tide	C
And a long slice of bacon grace their side	C
Not all the plate how famed soe'er it be	C
Can please my palate like a bowl of thee	C
Some talk of hoe cake fair Virginia's pride	C
Rich johnny cake this mouth has often tried	C
Both please me well their virtues much the same	M
Alike their fabric as allied their fame	M
Except in dear New England where the last	C
Receives a dash of pumpkin in the paste	C
To give it sweetness and improve the taste	C
But place them all before me smoking hot	C
The big round dumpling rolling from the pot	C
The pudding of the bag whose quivering breast	C
With suet lined leads on the Yankee feast	C
The charlotte brown within whose crusty sides	A
A belly soft the pulpy apple hides	A
The yellow bread whose face like amber glows	A
And all of Indian that the bakepan knows	A
You tempt me not my favorite greets my eyes	A
To that loved bowl my spoon by instinct flies	A
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Canto II	B
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To mix the food by vicious rules of art	C
To kill the stomach and to sink the heart	C
To make mankind to social virtue sour	E
Cram o'er each dish and be what they devour	E
For this the kitchen muse first framed her book	X
Commanding sweat to stream from every cook	X
Children no more their antic gambols tried	C
And friend to physic wandered why they died	C
Not so the Yankee his abundant feast	C
With simples furnished and with plainness dressed	C
A numerous offspring gathers round the board	C
And cheers alike the servant and the lord	C
Whose well bought hunger prompts the joyous taste	C
And health attends them from the short repast	C
While the full pail rewards the milkmaid's toil	Y
The mother sees the morning cauldron boil	Y
To stir the pudding next demands their care	R
To spread the table and the bowls prepare	R
To feed the children as their portions cool	Z
And comb their heads and send them off to school	Z
Yet may the simplest d	C

Joel Barlow

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