(Voltaire closed a famous argument by claiming that a ship of war and the grand opera were proofs enough of civilizationās and Franceās progress, in his day.)
A lesser proof than old Voltaireās, yet greater, Proof of this present time, and thee, thy broad expanse, America, To my plain Northern hut, in outside clouds and snow, Brought safely for a thousand miles oāer land and tide, Some three days since on their own soil live-sprouting, Now here their sweetness through my room unfolding, A bunch of orange buds by mail from Florida.