Joel Barlow,
The Hasty-Pudding, with a Memoir on Maize or Indian Corn
(1847)
“ Ye swains who know her various worth to prize, Ah! house her well from winter’s angry skies. Potatoes, pumpkins, should her sadness cheer, Corn from your crib, and mashes from your beer; When spring returns she’ll well acquit the loan, And nurse at once your infants and her own. Milk, then, with pudding, I should always choose; To this in future I confine my Muse, Till she in haste some further hints unfold, Well for the young, nor useless to the old. ”
