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Miss Nancy
Ellicott Strode across the hills and broke them,
Rode
across the hills and broke them--
The barren New
England hills--
Riding to hounds
Over the
cow-pasture.
Miss Nancy Ellicott smoked
And
danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not
quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that
it was modern.
Upon the glazen shelves kept
watch
Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith,
The army of unalterable law.
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