POETRY
TO AN ORANGE
(FOR N. L.)
IN days gone by we thought you rather vulgar, Playing a humble—tho' not hidden—part, The darling of the undiscerning many, Sold from a stall (at two or three a penny) Or coster's cart.
And yet at times, caught by your golden beauty, One wondered—" Was't perchance such fruits as these That tempted Atalanta's feet to dally, Or burned among the boughs in some bright alley Of the Hesperides ? "
But all things change, and you are scorned no longer, But honoured, sought, acclaimed on pictured page ; No more your lovers are apologetic ; To be concerned with matters dietetic Is all the rage. , • And now you yield to neither pines nor peaehe6 To muscats pale, nor delicate nectarines, .
• But cheerfully adorn the proudest table, _$ince yours it ily_to 'bear the glorious label- " Richest in Vitamines 1" ROSE FTEEMAN.
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