Our Kenneth is a gentleman,
He will not scratch nor bite;
He never speaks to any child,
A word that is not right.
Our Kenneth never slams the doors
Nor stamps along the halls;
He goes away when he is told,
And comes when mamma calls.
Our Kenneth, everybody loves,
Because he's so polite,
Our darling little black-eyed boy,
Our Kenney Stone so bright.
TO MY TEN-YEARS-OLD.
On thy cheek the roses lie;
Lilies, on thy forehead fair;
Violets blue, in each bright eye,
Sunbeams, in thy golden hair.
Pearls, within thy coral lips,
Ears and nostrils, crystal-clear,
Dainty, sea-shell finger tips,
Form, a sylph might love to wear.
Yet no beauty, thou, my child,
Save as filled with inward grace;
Save a spirit, undefiled,
Warm thy heart and wreathe thy face.
DARE TO SAY NO.