Dancing Dolls, The

Dance little Lady, and leap little Man!

We have made your parlor as fine as we can,

That while you are merry you still may shine

In true reflections many and fine,

And learn, perhaps, that you live and move

By the ties that bind you to all above!

We too are puppets, and dance and rest

Labor and weep, as the Heavens think best.

Enough for us in our blind desires

To know that the good God works the wires!”