“Our poet writes such clever verse,
I’m sure no one writes prettier;
And though some poets have done Moore,
I know that she is Whittier.
“Of course our poet fair is Young,
Although she is not quite a Child;
And if in years to come she’s Gray,
She never, never will be Wilde.
“She almost always is all Smiles,
And of her kind Harte I speak highly;