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Portrait of Joel Barlow 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.
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Portrait of Joel Barlow Joel Barlow The Hasty-Pudding, with a Memoir on Maize or Indian Corn (1847)

Our Father, the Sun, beholding these Indians as they existed in the state that I have just related, took compassion on them, and sent a son and a daughter of his own from heaven to earth, to instruct our people in his knowledge, so that they might worship and adore him, and esteem him as their God, giving them laws and precepts, unto which they might conform their lives like men of reason and refinement of manners, that they might live in houses and society, learn to till the earth, cultivate trees, plants, and corn, feed their flocks, and enjoy them as rational men, and not as brutes.
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Portrait of Joel Barlow Joel Barlow The Hasty-Pudding, with a Memoir on Maize or Indian Corn (1847)

While the full pail rewards the milk-maid’s toil,
The mother sees the morning caldron boil;
To stir the pudding next demands their care,
To spread the table and the bowls prepare;
To feed the children, as their portions cool,
And comb their heads, and send them off to school.
Yet may the simplest dish, some rules impart,
For nature scorns not all the aids of art.
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