I Saw Old Autumn In

With Fingers Weary And Worn, With Eyelids Heavy And Red, A Woman Sat In Unwomanly Rags, Plying Her Needle And Thread.

But Evil Is Wrought By Want Of Thought, As Well As Want Of Heart!

There's A Double Beauty Whenever A Swan Swims On A Lake With Her Double Thereon.

The Quaker Loves An Ample Brim, A Hat That Bows To No Salaam; And Dear The Beaver Is To Him As If It Never Made A Dam.

He Lies Like A Hedgehog Rolled Up The Wrong Way, Tormenting Himself With His Prickles.