Gazette Of The United States And Daily Evening Advertiser

From a late Irish Publication:

THE POTATOE,
A RHAPSODY.

The prattling babes that wanton on
the breast,
Plunge into paradise, amid the down,
Luxuriant of the sweet mama!
Dear creature! all so fair: redundant
milk
Pouts from her elegance, all taper, plump:
And yet, believe it, nurse; so tepid
milk,
Nor beauty's elf, luxuriant in expanse,
Fills more the youthful offspring of the
realm
With health and vigour, than the bul-
bous roots!
Roots of pure fruit, all flowery, from
the ground
Diffusing plenty 'mong the sons of men!
Fair is the bloom, delicate and pure,
That decks these honors of green Erin's
Isle.
Nor shamrock's leaf should in their hats
be worn,
With pride near equal to this beauteous
flower!
Fertile itself: full efflorescent Root,
That fills our Irish with its fertile power:
Fertile themselves, abundant to pour
forth,
In arms, or beauty, all the wealth of
man!
All hail, Sir Walter Raleigh! may
the sons
Of Ireland, festive, on thy natal day,
Exalt thee flowers, redundant to thy
honour!
And, while they bless the rising sun
around,
Revive the memory of so great a gift!
And may philosophers search other realms
T' o rival thee in some still greater gift;
To shower abundance upon thee green
Isles:
Perhaps the bread-fruit to expand su-
blime;
Its boughs; umbrageous, loaded o'er
with fruit;
Such plenty as among the realms of man
Remains unparalleled; tho' next appears
The wealth abundant of our Irish fruit.
And fruit it is, beneficent; superb!
More than ananas, or nectareous grape