‘Tis One by One—the Father counts

‘Tis One by One—the Father counts—

And then a Tract between

Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye

The Value of its Ten—

Until the peevish Student

Acquire the Quick of Skill—

Then Numerals are dowered back—

Adorning all the Rule—

‘Tis mostly Slate and Pencil—

And Darkness on the School

Distracts the Children’s fingers—

Still the Eternal Rule

Regards least Cypherer alike

With Leader of the Band—

And every separate Urchin’s Sum—

Is fashioned for his hand—