"And that's the cause they love him so,
And cheer him all the way they go;
They love him for his smiling face
More than for all his gold and lace."
CLEVER LITTLE THOMAS
When Thomas Poole
First went to school,
He was but scarcely seven,
Yet knew as well
To read and spell
As most boys of eleven.
He took his seat,
And wrote quite neat,
And never idly acted;
And then beside
He multiplied,
Divided, and subtracted.
His master said,
And stroked his head,
"If thus you persevere,
My little friend,
You may depend
Upon a prize next year."