While the souls of men just longed to be fed—
But there, that dancing tassel.
As her nose went up the tassel went down;
While ever it flirted, and ever it played
Its prominent part as one with a crown—
In the audience many who might have prayed;
But ho! that dancing tassel.
Her kid-gloved-hand was constant in motion,
And busy my mind to follow all three,
The tassel, the glove, and the word of devotion;