Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1888-02-22
AN ODE
To Commemorate General Washington's
Birthday.

Birthday.
Dove of innocence and beauty
Whose soft pinions oft have bourne thee
To the dewy gates OF morning,
Where Aurora sits serenely,
With her ruby fingers lifting
Down the rosy bars of dawning
Garry up thy sweetest greetings
From the land of study habits,
And the kingdom of the Yankees;
Tell Aurora that we like her,
That her sunbeams free of charges
Have produced our waving harvests,
And filled up our trimming bean pots,
Full ofbone and muscle feeders
And dear dove, upon thy honor,
Button-hole the blushing goddess,
And engage her stock of sunbeams.
If she takes to vending of them,
Then old Johnny Bull will grumble
Growl, and grumble, in the darkness
Thus to pay the Yankees tribute,
For few slant beams of sunlight
" Hail Columbia, virgin goddess,
Sailing through the dome of Heaven,
On thy giant golden eagle,
Grasplng bolts of brand new thunder,
And thy steady right hand welding
A damascus blade of eenness
While an ample bomb-proof agis
Guards the left arm from the foeman,
Folded round thy graceful person
With its azure field of souareness
Studded DER with stars so snowy,
And its bands of white and crimson
Waving in the gentle zephyrs-
Red Tor justice. white for pureness,
And the blue for truth eternal:
Standing like Gr5cian temple,
In its snowy marble whiteness,
On solid granite mountain,
LO behold this land of Canaan,
Flowing streams of cream and honey
Rolling down her floods of butter,
lalelted by the golden sunlight),
Into CULTS OF maple syrup
IT'S q land where pumpkins flourish
And the tender sUuaSh vine tyyipa+h
And the giant watermelon,
Full of cooling nectrous juices.
Heayeth up his pondrous spheroid.
lis land where bl oms the Coughnut
Brown and golden in its sweetness
Where the buckWheat cake doth flourish,
And where yellow pumpkin custards
Grow as big as Haunting sunfiowers:
Here the plant called apple butter
Grows to more stupendous greatness
Than in any other region.
Sweet potatoes, big as pumpkins,
Roll out from our sandy valleys.
Here they rear the vine called sauerkraut,
In its finest, best condition,
And the onion fried in gravy,
Full of marrow and of fatness.
Here we scrape the monster turnip,
With the knife whose name is caseknife
Here we sit in perfect GOODNESS
Under Freedom giant gourd-vine,
Stewing of our apple sasses,'
And hashing of our minced meat
flashing fiercely with hasher
Sharp as swords of old Damascus,
Keen as blades OF famed Toledo
Here beneath this glorious gourd-vine,
Hash We on, and hash we ever.
Here the famous minced pie dwelleth,
Take your knife and make a section
Enter into lasting friendship;
With this rare conglomeration,
OF the tid-bits of creation,
Now you'll strike a streak of minced meat.
Favored high with the aroma
Ofthe grated nutmeg kernel
Now the raisins, full of sweetness,
Roll around like pills of Eden,
And the flavor of boiled cider
Soon pervades your whole proportions
Here our ladies dress like angels,
In their silks ana in their satin,
And their basking and their bustles,
And their frizzles and their chignons.
Here they bow the bend that's Grecian
Like the Venus de Medici
Springing from the foam OF ocean,
And like Juno Queen of Heaven,
Floating in her amber chariot,
lump their dromedary humping.
here the farmer and mechanic
Stand abreast with money nabobs.
Ana can cast their votes as freely
AS the John whose name was Astor.
May our hearts go out in gladness
10 the Lord who rules the nations,
And has made our pleasant dwellings
Homes of love and halls of plenty.
lis a land of peace and pleasure.
FOR It's known as lone of many"
T. Pluribus Unum ~,
Where they beat their rusty sword -blades
Into shares for blowing follow,
And where voices sweet as angels
Ever murmur in the zephyrs;
Hail thou land of peace and freedom,
Hail the father of his country,
Washington, the glorious hero,
Crown him with undying laurels,
Wreathe his brow with fadeless flowers,
Wind the stars and stripes about him
He is worthy of his name.
lIlustrious statesman, hero, father
Earth no grander man hath seen
Cool Napoleon, julius Caesar,
Alexander, Great by name,
Drop their laurels in his presence,
Looming like granite mountain
stands his everlasting fame.
Light your rockets, fare your torches,
From the twilight to the dawn;
Fire your Rodmans, spout your pop-guns,
Beat your drums from pole to pole,
Wave your banners, blow your trumpets,
Bake gingerbread forevermore,
Drink your cider bottled cider
Free from alcoholic faint;
Chew your pine gum, hash your minced mes
Yankeedom forevermore
aaron f. Terrence.