[2]
I am originally a descendant of rags, but, in spite of my mean origin, I boast one of the most numerous families in the world. I wear the countenance of a man, varying in complexion from crimson to azure; and twice two stars are my companions. But, although of such dignity, besides having my face disfigured, I am continually spit upon, and trodden under foot by all mankind, who seem to value me only for my good looks—without them, I am despised. I am diminutive in size, and my days are few, but I am well known, and constantly sought after.
[3]
Who are we? When in the morning you rise
We let the sunshine down into your eyes.
Then we go playing before you all day,
Dark things we brighten, and soften the gay.
Oh! we make half the world’s beauty for you.
Little blue-eyed one, who are we? guess who?
Who are we? When the night shadows grow deep,
We draw around you the curtains of sleep.
When into dream-land we’ve locked you up tight,
Until the morn brings her bright keys of light,
Guess who like sentinels guarding you lie,—
Look—we’re before you now—black and gray eye.
[4]
I am born of a moment, as every one knows,
And rival the tints of the loveliest rose;
There are many who think me the offspring of shame,
But I’m oftener found in sweet modesty’s train;
E’en poets have made me the theme of their muse,
And painters have studied my delicate hues:
Yet, would you believe it! I cause much vexation
To those who possess me, and some irritation;
For I’ve often betrayed what they would have concealed,
And some of their most-cherished secrets revealed:
So be truthful, dear girls, or in spite of your tact,
I’ll fly in your faces and tell the whole fact.
[5]
Of metal I can make a heart;
I put a stop to ease;
And with a tradesman I can talk
As glibly as you please.
With a building in New York I’ll make
A covering for your head;
And with the rust upon your knife
I’ll make a piece of bread.
I’ll make a prison with old time,
And with a measure, too:
Now, Cousins all, say what I am,
For I belong to you.