Jason Elmer Hammond

“ When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his board
The old broken links of affection restored.
When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more,
And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before,—
What moistens the lip and brightens the eye.
What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie? ”

“ Our grateful hearts alway
Thy hand may own.
Thine are the waving fields,
Thy hand the harness yields;
And unto thee
To whom for rain and dew.
And skies of sunny blue,
Our love and praise are due,
We bend the knee.
And when beneath the trees
In fairer fields than these
Our glad feet roam,
There where the bright harps ring,
May we our gleanings bring,
And in thy presence sing
Our harvest home.
—From Song Budget.
THE PUMPKIN.
J. G. WHITTIER.
(On receipt of a pumpkin pie.) ”

“ Had ripened the much needed grain.
Now each garner is bursting with plenty,
Each heart, too, is filled with great joy.
This winter no famine will haunt them.
No terror their thoughts will employ. ”