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POEMS OF MANHATTAN The long-stemmed pipes; the fragrant roll

Of pressed and crispy Spanish;

Then placed the earthen mugs and bowl,

Nor long delayed to vanish.

Thereat, with cheery nod and wink,

And honors of the day,

The trader mixed the Governor's drink

As evening sped away.

That ancient room! I see it now:

The carven nutwood dresser;

The drawers, that many a burgher's vrouw

Begrudged their rich possessor;

The brace of high-backed leathern chairs,

Brass-nailed at every seam;

Six others, ranged in equal pairs;

The bacon hung abeam:

The chimney-front, with porcelain shelft;

The hearty wooden fire;

The picture, on the steaming delft,

Of David and Goliah.

I see the two old Dutchmen sit

Like Magog and his mate,

And hear them, when their pipes are lit,

Discuss affairs of state:

The clique that would their sway demean;

The pestilent importation

Of wooden nutmegs, from the lean

And losel Yankee nation.

But when the subtle juniper

Assumed its sure command,

They drank the buxom loves that were,—

They drank the Motherland;

They drank the famous Swedish wars,

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