Brown eyes,
Straight nose; 
Dirt pies, 
Rumpled clothes; 

Torn books, 
Spoilt toys; 
Arch looks, 
Unlike a boy's; 

Little rages, 
Obvious arts; 
(Three her age is,) 
Cakes, tarts; 

Falling down 
Off chairs; 
Breaking crown 
Down stairs; 

Catching flies 
On the pane; 
Deep sighs,-- 
Cause not plain. 

Bribing you 
With kisses 
For a few 
Farthing blisses; 

Wide awake, 
As you hear, 
"Mercy's sake, 
Quiet, dear!" 

New shoes, 
New frock; 
Vague views 
Of what's o'clock 

When it's time 
To go to bed, 
And scorn sublime 
Of what is said; 

Folded hands, 
Saying prayers, 
Understands 
Not, nor cares; 

Thinks it odd, 
Smiles away; 
Yet may God 
Hear her pray! 

Bedgown white, 
Kiss Dolly; 
Good-night!-- 
That's Polly, 

Fast asleep, 
As you see; 
Heaven keep 
My girl for me!