Classic Poem

Round the wondrous globe I wander wild,
Up and down-hill — Age succeeds to youth —
Toiling all in vain to find a child
Half so loving, half so dear as Ruth.

Maidens, if a maid you meet
Always free from pout and pet,
Ready smile and temper sweet,
Greet my little Margaret.
And if loved by all she be
Rightly, not a pampered pet,
Easily you then may see
'Tis my little Margaret.