The best they can bake—

Were cut into slices heroic.

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And the amber ice cream

Melted into my dream

Like love to the heart of a 'poet';

And they heaped up my plate,

And I sat there and ate

Till I awoke with a yell,

And a shiver and shake

And a pain and an ache

That rudely my dream did dispel!

But dreams, as you know,

By contraries go,

And thus I fear if it will be

With the one of delight

That came last night

When I feasted so heartily;

And Thanksgiving Day

In the usual way

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