A LITTLE GENTLEMAN.
Reading edition
BY M. E. SANGSTER.
His cap is old, but his hair is gold, And his face is clear as the sky; And whoever he meets, on lanes or streets, He looks him straight in the eye, With a fearless pride that has naught to hide, Though he bows like a little knight, Quite debonair, to a lady fair, With a smile that is swift as light. Does his mother call? Not kite, or ball, Or the prettiest game, can stay His eager feet as he hastes to greet Whatever she means to say. And the teachers depend on the little friend At school in his place at nine, With his lessons learned and his good marks earned, All ready to toe the line. I wonder if you have seen him too, This boy, who is not too big For a morning kiss from mother and Sis, Who isn't a bit of a prig, But gentle and strong, and the whole day long As merry as boy can be. A gentleman, dears, in the coming years, And at present the boy for me.