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“A LITTLE UPPISH.”
“A little uppish,”—Well, it is
The style of modern days;
For young America delights
In such peculiar ways.
The style of modern days;
For young America delights
In such peculiar ways.
The boy escaped from female garb,
Aged just twenty moons,
Feels very “uppish,” when he sports
His boots and pantaloons.
Aged just twenty moons,
Feels very “uppish,” when he sports
His boots and pantaloons.
The girl in hoops and waterfalls,
Just entering her “teens,”
Is “uppish,” as if born to sit
With duchesses and queens.
Just entering her “teens,”
Is “uppish,” as if born to sit
With duchesses and queens.
And when the child, become a bride,
Sits on the household throne,
Her dear liege lord she sometimes snubs,
Alas, too “uppish” grown.
Sits on the household throne,
Her dear liege lord she sometimes snubs,
Alas, too “uppish” grown.
May not a young and offshoot church
Be good as any other?
Oh, yes; when, “uppish” grown, she thinks
She's wiser than her mother.
Be good as any other?
Oh, yes; when, “uppish” grown, she thinks
She's wiser than her mother.
Who wonders that the offshoot stands
With such rich grace endued?
She feels the thrill in all her veins
Of her strong mother's blood.
With such rich grace endued?
She feels the thrill in all her veins
Of her strong mother's blood.
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“A little uppish!” Gently speak,
'T is but a fault of youth;
And grace will cure it, wait a while,
Through the blest power of truth.
'T is but a fault of youth;
And grace will cure it, wait a while,
Through the blest power of truth.
Thank God, such faults are but of earth!
Thank God, they pass away,
As clouds of night and gloom withdraw
Before the opening day!
Thank God, they pass away,
As clouds of night and gloom withdraw
Before the opening day!
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