Bring forth the bowl within whose round No heart-consuming draught is found, But berries glittering with the dew Which south winds o’er the gardens strew, Sweet souvenirs of Paradise, With cheeks of flame and breath of spice, Shedding for one bright hour their glow O’er life’s long Alpine waste of snow. Breathes there a man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, “O that I owned a strawberry bed?” Whose heart hath ne’er within him burned, As he beheld, in cream inurned, Great sugared berries, coral red? If such there be, go, mark him well; Of berries never let him smell, Where gathers the church festival Or rings the merry marriage-bell; Mark him--as thou wouldst mark a steer Or swine--by cropping off his ear. A WALK IN THE GARDEN. Wake, winds of May, yon emerald waves, Crested with flowers, like sea-foam white, Where sparkle in their trefoil caves Long coral reefs of berries bright; Shaped like a gentle maiden’s heart, And bleeding as from Cupid’s dart, The garden’s earliest offering, Crown-jewels on the brow of Spring; The berry Izaak Walton loved, And Downer’s perfect taste approved; Dispensing odors beatific, Kentucky, Cumberland, Prolific, Sharpless, and Monarch of the West, And rare Charles Downing, last and best Thy leaves, sweet trefoil! symbols three Of Faith and Hope and Love shall be; Fair type of Christian hope to all, The vine sleeps low ’neath snowy pall; The resurrection blooms in May, With flowers and fruits in bright array, And soaring larks in countless throng Singing their joyful Easter Song, And choir of mocking-birds on high Gray-plumed sopranos of the sky YE REVEL ON OLYMPUS. Heap high the bowl! Ages ago Before the birth of Faust or Hoe, Before New Eras, Posts, and Suns Gave specials, paragraphs and puns, When only Mercury bore the news Around the skies, in winged shoes, Such genial revels held the gods, Juno and Jove, and other frauds; In heaven’s blue crystal urn each night The stars, like berries, twinkled bright And the Great Dipper skimmed the cream Where poured the Milky Way its stream; Deserted is the Olympic hill; Heaven, stars, girls, strawberries, bless us still YE INVOCATION.