What drink we in the apple jack?
Sweets from that Jersey farm of Spring’s
That load the wagons, carts and things,
When from the orchard-row he pours
His fruit to the distillery doors;
And toddy blossoms, red that be;
Drinks for the sick man’s silent room,
For the bon vivant, rosy bloom,
We brew, with the apple jack.
Each year shall give this apple jack
A mellower taste, a warmer bloom,
A potency ‘gainst mopes and gloom,
And make it when the frost clouds lower,
A thing for punch of wondrous power;
The years shall come and pass, but we
Shall grow no better where we lie,
While Summer’s songs and Autumns sigh
Shall ripen the apple jack.
From “Poetry.” Boston Post (Boston, Massachusetts) December 28, 1863.