It is Ann, gentle Ann, before whom we pass by,
We will add--'t would be useless in any to try
Disposition more lovely to find.
The next is a bright noble face we espy,
'Tis a boy of ten years we shall find;
There's a spice of the rogue in that merry young eye,
With good sense and good nature combined.
It's young master Alpheus--we never have found
One more punctual at school hour than he;
He's now but a lad, yet who knows when a man,