Samuel Minturn Peck
The New England Magazine,
vol. 14, issue 3 (May 1893)
- A MIRACLE of gleaming dyes,
- Blue, scarlet, buff and green;
- 0 ne'er before by mortal eyes
- Such gorgeous hues were seen!
- So grandly was its plan designed,
- So cunningly 'twas built,
- The whole proclaimed a master mind—
- My Aunt Jemima's quilt
- Each friendly household far and wide
- Contributed its share;
- It chronicled the country side
- In colors quaint and rare.
- From belles and brides came rich brocade
- Enwrought with threads of gilt;
- E'en buxom widows lent their aid
- To Aunt Jemima's quilt.
- No tapestry from days of yore,
- No web from Orient loom,
- But paled in beauteous tints before
- This strange expanse of bloom.
- Here glittering stars and comets shone
- O'er flowers that never wilt;
- Here fluttered birds from worlds unknown
- On Aunt Jemima's quilt.
- 0, merry was the quilting bee,
- When this great quilt was done;
- The rafters rang with maiden glee,
- And hearts were lost and won.
- Ne'er did a throng of braver men
- In war dash hilt to hilt,
- Than sought the smiles of beauty then
- Round Aunt Jemima's quilt.
- This work of art my aunt esteemed
- The glory of the age;
- No poet's eyes have ever beamed
- More proudly o'er his page.
- Were other quilt to this compared,
- Her nose would upward tilt;
- Such impudence was seldom dared
- O'er Aunt Jemima's quilt.
- Her dear old hands have gone to dust,
- That once were lithe and light;
- Her needles keen arc thick with rust,
- That flashed so nimbly bright.
- And here it lies by her behest,
- Stained with the tears we spilt,
- Safe folded in this cedar chest —
- My Aunt Jemima's quilt.