Jasper County Democrat, Volume 12, Number 64, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 November 1909 — To the Cranberry. [ARTICLE]

To the Cranberry.

Let others praise in fervent lays The plump Thanksgiving bird. And let them sing of leg and wing, With old Pegasus spurred Until his speed Is great Indeed And all Is blithe and merry, But let me sing that splendid thing. The succulent cranberry. O humble fruit, we’ve long been mute Upon thy many charms! With nipping zest you do your best To ward dyspepsia’s harms. Both sour and sweet you sauce the meat. Your flavor does not vary. Retiring, coy, yet full of joy— O marveious cranberry! About you hangs a taste that tangs The food that would be harsh. Your plump skin's filled with dew, distilled Above the sun kissed marsh. No grape. I’ll say, of old Tokay Or from Oporto airy Drips with a wine as rich as thine, O excellent cranberry! Of ruby hue. a jewel, too. To grace the festal board. With lavish heart you give your part— Give all your spicy hoard. When eager lipped we’ve sat and sipped The juice that vies with sherry. Ah. of the feast you’re not the least. Mellifluous cranberry! So let them praise In lilting lays The turkey and the pie. But let me sing that splendid thing That makes the heart beat high I would not waste one shade of tut*. I’d drain the dictionary To find more ways to sing the pralae Of thee, O rare cranberry!