 | The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes |  |
CHARADE
My name declares my date to beThe morning of a Christian year,
Though motherless, as all agree,
I am a mother, it is clear,
A father too, without dispute,
And when my son comes,—he's a fruit.
And not to puzzle you too much,
'T was I gave Holland to the Dutch.
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