Deprived of other Banquet,
I entertained Myself —
At first — a scant nutrition —
An insufficient Loaf —
But grown by slender addings
To so esteemed a size
‘Tis sumptuous enough for me —
And almost to suffice
A Robin’s famine able —
Red Pilgrim, He and I —
A Berry from our table
Reserve — for charity —
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