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Oliver Wendell Holmes - Aunt Tabitha
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THE YOUNG GIRL`S POEM

WHATEVER I do, and whatever I say,
Aunt Tabitha tells me that is n`t the way;
When she was a girl (forty summers ago)
Aunt Tabitha tells me they never did so.

Dear aunt! If I only would take her advice!
But I like my own way, and I find it so nice
And besides, I forget half the things I am told;
But they all will come back to me--when I am old.

If a youth passes by, it may happen, no doubt,
He may chance to look in as I chance to look out;
She would never endure an impertinent stare,--
It is horrid, she says, and I must n`t sit there.

A walk in the moonlight has pleasures, I own,
But it is n`t quite safe to be walking alone;
So I take a lad`s arm,--just for safety, you know,--
But Aunt Tabitha tells me they did n`t do so.

How wicked we are, and how good they were then!
They kept at arm`s length those detestable men;
What an era of virtue she lived in!--But stay--
Were the men all such rogues in Aunt Tabitha`s day?

If the men were so wicked, I `ll ask my papa
How he dared to propose to my darling mamma;
Was he like the rest of them? Goodness! Who knows?
And what shall I say, if a wretch should propose?

I am thinking if Aunt knew so little of sin,
What a wonder Aunt Tabitha`s aunt must have been!
And her grand-aunt--it scares me--how shockingly sad
That we girls of to-day are so frightfully bad!

A martyr will save us, and nothing else can;
Let me perish--to rescue some wretched young man!
Though when to the altar a victim I go,
Aunt Tabitha `ll tell me she never did so.
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