Hymn to the Dairymaids on Beacon Street

Sweetly solemn see them stand, Spinning churns on either hand, Neatly capped and aproned white Airy fairy dairy sight. Jersey priestesses they seem Miracling milk to cream. Cream solidifies to cheese By Pasteural mysteries, And they give, within their shrine, Their communión in kine. Incantations pure they mutter O'er the golden minted butter And (no layman hand can pen it) See them gloat above their rennet. By that hillside window pane Rugged teamsters draw the rein. Doff the battered hat and bow To these acolytes of cow. Genuflect, ye passersby! Muse upon their ritual high-- Milk to cream, yea, cream to cheese White lacteal mysteries! Let adorers sing the word Of the smoothly flowing curd. Yea, we sing with bells and fife This is the whey, this is the Life.