Sacred and miscellaneous poems . MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. THE TOMATO. Tomato ! thou art like the mindThat moves not feebly with mankind;Who love thee, give a generous part,Who hate thee, hate with all the heart. My morsel good, my table neat,I am not anxious what I eat;If she, whose smile is always glad,Lights up the meal, t is never bad. I have my favorite, as have most,Among the baked, and boiled, and roast;Yet, for my tit-bit, would not goTo farther clime than Mexico. To Mexico ! — I give him praiseWho, hither, from those unknown ways,And barbarous men, of Spanish breed,Conveyed the small Tomat
Sacred and miscellaneous poems . MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. THE TOMATO. Tomato ! thou art like the mindThat moves not feebly with mankind;Who love thee, give a generous part,Who hate thee, hate with all the heart. My morsel good, my table neat,I am not anxious what I eat;If she, whose smile is always glad,Lights up the meal, t is never bad. I have my favorite, as have most,Among the baked, and boiled, and roast;Yet, for my tit-bit, would not goTo farther clime than Mexico. To Mexico ! — I give him praiseWho, hither, from those unknown ways,And barbarous men, of Spanish breed,Conveyed the small Tomato seed. Sure, with his lion-heart and skill,He might have sacked her mines at will —But Mexicos chief wealth to take! —I 11 love Tomato for his sake. 24 (278) And for thine own, celestial Fruit!(Not vegetable,) made to suitAll circumstances ; or to pluckAnd eat, as I in Old Kentuck Have done ; or with white sugar sliced,Or soused in vinegar, well spiced,Or smothered in the pie, or stewed, —Which I like best, — thou art
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