Classic Poem

Darling little Cousin,
With your thoughtful look
Reading topsy-turvy
From a printed book

English hieroglyphics,
More mysterious
To you, than Egyptian
Ones would be to us;—

Leave off for a minute
Studying, and say
What is the impression
That those marks convey?

Only solemn silence,
And a wondering smile:
But your eyes are lifted
Unto mine the while.

In their gaze so steady
I can surely trace
That a happy spirit
Lighteth up your face.

Tender, happy spirit,
Innocent and pure;
Teaching more than science,
And than learning more.

How should I give answer
To that asking look?
Darling little Cousin
Go back to your book.

Read on: if you knew it,
You have cause to boast:—
You are much the wisest,
Though I know the most.