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GRACE OVER A GLASS OF CIDER.
Associated with a Barrel, his Gift, in my cellar.
To General A. S. Piatt.
Not only unto you, whose press and vatProduced your gift directly, friend Piatt,
Are due the thanks which, warm-at-heart, are mine;—
The great Fruit-Giver owns your thanks and mine:
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Thanks for the sunshine which those blossoms nursed
And turned the lances of the lingering frost;
Thanks for the rain, so priceless without cost—
The holy water, from Heaven's blessing hands,
Without which all our fields were desert lands;
Thanks for the Summer's long increase of heat,
Bringing the apples, mellow, juiced, and sweet,
In a long shower of gold at Autumn's feet!
After these thanks are given, (put yours with mine,)
I thank you much and drink your apple wine.
Thanksgiving Day, 1867.
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