Classic Poem

Well shall I of young Tommy write?
What of him must I say?
The Child is wise, the Mother's pleas'd,
As well enough she may.

His Actions captivate her Eyes,
And every Word her Heart
Only when he naughty is,
And then she takes his part.

Yet she corrects him for a Fault,
That he may wiser grow;
Thus Mothers to their Children dear
Their Love and Prudence show.

Yet Tommy's Mother do'nt forget
Great Kindness to her Child;
He asks her Pardon for a Fault,
She looks on him and smil'd.

Thus Mothers do their Children lo,
Because they did them bear;
To them the Lord of Life thought fit
Himself for to compare.

His Children's Names are on his Hands,
Their Wants before him set;
He does correct them for their faults,
Yet don't his Love forget.