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Poem
August 7, 1873
The Weekly Register
Point Pleasant, Mason County, West Virginia
What is this article about?
A poem depicting the playful mischief of children who romp through the house, breaking things and causing chaos, yet their actions stem from innocence without malice or sin.
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INTO MISCHIEF.
Dancing feet and busy fingers,
Never still the whole day through,
For the little brats from dramaland,
Brings them work enough to do,
Racing through the gorgeous parlor,
Romping on the winding stairs,
Tearing books and breaking vases—
Into mischief everywhere.
Picks the cakes and taste the jelly,
Break the windows, slams the door,
Throws the statues from the brackets,
Scatter playthings on the floor.
Tearing little coats and trousers,
Rumpling up the curly hair—
Busy, naughty little fingers,
Into mischief everywhere.
Spilling ink upon the carpet,
Dashing pictures from the wall,
Breaking mirrors, singing, shouting,
In the attic and the hall;
Tracking mud across the entries,
Turning over desk and chair,
Cutting up the morning paper—
Into mischief everywhere.
But no look of hate or malice,
Darkens o'er those laughing eyes;
Not a thought of harm or sinning
In its little bosom lies;
For its soul is pure and guileless,
Whatever harm the roger, do—
Though the little feet are straying
Into mischief everywhere.
Dancing feet and busy fingers,
Never still the whole day through,
For the little brats from dramaland,
Brings them work enough to do,
Racing through the gorgeous parlor,
Romping on the winding stairs,
Tearing books and breaking vases—
Into mischief everywhere.
Picks the cakes and taste the jelly,
Break the windows, slams the door,
Throws the statues from the brackets,
Scatter playthings on the floor.
Tearing little coats and trousers,
Rumpling up the curly hair—
Busy, naughty little fingers,
Into mischief everywhere.
Spilling ink upon the carpet,
Dashing pictures from the wall,
Breaking mirrors, singing, shouting,
In the attic and the hall;
Tracking mud across the entries,
Turning over desk and chair,
Cutting up the morning paper—
Into mischief everywhere.
But no look of hate or malice,
Darkens o'er those laughing eyes;
Not a thought of harm or sinning
In its little bosom lies;
For its soul is pure and guileless,
Whatever harm the roger, do—
Though the little feet are straying
Into mischief everywhere.
What sub-type of article is it?
Song
What themes does it cover?
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Children Mischief
Innocence
Naughty Fingers
Pure Soul
Playful Chaos
Poem Details
Title
Into Mischief.
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas
Key Lines
Into Mischief Everywhere.
But No Look Of Hate Or Malice,
Darkens O'er Those Laughing Eyes;
For Its Soul Is Pure And Guileless,
Though The Little Feet Are Straying