Have lost their merriment, and don’t look wise,
And while he suffers justly his disgrace,
He throws a gloom and coldness through the place.
So with a boy who smokes, or acts in any sort
His better sense and conscience seek to thwart,
He soon grows sly and underhanded in his ways,
He spoils his future in his early days;
He apes the man, and when he comes to man’s estate,
The love of boyish recollections turns to hate.
If any one, I care not who he is, is careless as a lad,