HELPING THE POOR.
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Deceitful teeth were hid before
Behind her honest crimson lips,
Like seeds within a melon core,
And brown as Saratoga chips.
Behind her honest crimson lips,
Like seeds within a melon core,
And brown as Saratoga chips.
But this, the whitest ivory set,
The kind that grows upon the trees—
Oh! not the set, we quite forget—
The bone, the stuff, or, what you please.
The kind that grows upon the trees—
Oh! not the set, we quite forget—
The bone, the stuff, or, what you please.
But, ah! the skilled artificer
Had lost his pattern or his tools;
For, as it proved, they never were
Cut out by wisdom's simple rules.
Had lost his pattern or his tools;
For, as it proved, they never were
Cut out by wisdom's simple rules.
"The bungling craftsman is insane,"
Said she, "or else southwest by south;
And when I seek his den again,
I'll make him look down in the mouth!"
Said she, "or else southwest by south;
And when I seek his den again,
I'll make him look down in the mouth!"
She tried them on—that is to say,
She tried them in; they would n't fit,
When, never daunted, ever gay,
Her mind conceived this happy hit.
She tried them in; they would n't fit,
When, never daunted, ever gay,
Her mind conceived this happy hit.
'T was in that time when, o'er the land,
Long-legged insects had devoured
All verdure green on every hand—
Yea, everything that leaved or flowered.
Long-legged insects had devoured
All verdure green on every hand—
Yea, everything that leaved or flowered.
