Classic Poem

Say, did you ever see Hannah?
She is the prettiest girl in town.
She is not white, red or yellow,
But she is a tantalizing brown.
Her eyes are like a charcoal,
Her teeth like finest pearls,
Her smiles are like the dew-drops,
Her hair, soft, lustrous curls.

When she goes to church on Sunday
She's the center of attraction,
All eyes are fixed upon her,
From the parson to the sexton.
She is the leader of the choir.
You just ought to hear her sing,
And I believe that you'd agree with me
That she is an angel without wings.

When the preacher calls for joiners,
Hannah stands up and sings
“For you I am praying,”
'Til she makes the welkin ring,
And even the hardest sinner
Can not withstand that voice,
He rushes to the mercy seat
And makes the church his choice.

You ought to go to Hannah's house,
Everything shines like a pin,
Front room, bed room and kitchen,
Alike they all are clean,
She meets you at the front door,
With a smile and gentle manner;
And it puts your heart to thumping
Just to get to speak to Hannah.