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