Classic Poem

Holiday , O blessed morn,
This day plenty hath been born,
Plenty is the child of Peace;
To her birth the Gods do press,
Full crown'd mazers Bacchus brings,
With liquor which from grapes he wrings:
Holiday, O blessed morn,
This day Plenty hath been born,
Holiday let's loudly cry,
For joy of her nativity.
Ceres with a bounteous hand
Doth at Plenty's elbow stand:
Binding mixed coronets
Of wheat which on her head she sets.
Holiday, O blessed morn,
This day Plenty hath been born,
Holiday lets loudly cry,
For joy of her nativity.