A Holland Brick

FROM THE OLD RENSSELAER HOUSE, GREENBUSH, N.Y.

O jolly brick, with kindly wrinkled face,
With ruddy cheek and hospitable look,
By Knickerbocker you shall have a place,
And on my mantle stand, my quaintest book.

Epitome of hearty, happy days,
When even bricks were honest, good, and true;
A gentle humor o'er your visage plays —
With heart and hand I gladly welcome you.

For, truth to tell, I like old Holland well,
As did my sires en route to Plymouth Rock;
Ay, Dutch Reformed pealed out the wedding-bell —
My better half's from good old Holland stock.

Her thanks with mine for cherished antique gift;
It comes fire-proof, to Holland lovers pat;
I'm glad it's heavier than my wife can lift,
And just too big to fit my Sunday hat.
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