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Rh Swinging in the grapevine swing, Laughing where the wild birds sing, I would I were away From the world to-day, Swinging in the grapevine swing.

AUNT JEMIMA S QUILT

A miracle of gleaming dyes Blue, scarlet, buff and green; O ne er before by mortal eyes Such gorgeous hues were seen! So grandly was its plan designed, So cunningly t was built, The whole proclaimed a master mind My Aunt Jemima s quilt. Each friendly household far and wide Contributed its share; It chronicled the countryside In colors quaint and rare. From belles and brides came rich brocade Enwrought with threads of gilt; E en buxom widows lent their aid To Aunt Jemima s quilt. No tapestry from days of yore, No web from Orient loom, But paled in beauteous tints before This strange expanse of bloom. Here glittering stars and comet shone O er flowers that never wilt; Here fluttered birds from worlds unknown On Aunt Jemima s quilt