One of the ones that Midas touched Who failed to touch us all Was that confiding Prodigal The reeling Oriole -So drunk he disavows it With badinage divine - So dazzling we mistake him For an alighting Mine - A Pleader - a Dissembler - An Epicure - a Thief - Betimes an Oratorio - An Ecstasy in chief - The Jesuit of Orchards He cheats as he enchants Of an entire Attar For his decamping wants - The splendor of a Burmah The Meteor of Birds, Departing like a Pageant Of Ballads and of Bards - I never thought that Jason sought For any Golden Fleece But then I am a rural man With thoughts that make for Peace - But if there were a Jason, Tradition bear with me Behold his lost Aggrandizement Upon the Apple Tree -
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