Jaw
We all like a firm, straightforward chin provided it is not ruled by a wagging, gossiping tongue.
This fellow’s jaw is built so frail
That you could break it like a weed;
That fellow’s chin retreats until
You’d think it in a wild stampede.
Defects like these but show how soon
The purpose droops, the spirits flag—
We like a jaw that’s made of steel,
Just so it’s not inclined to wag.
The lower jaw should be as strong
And changeless as a granite cliff;
Its very look should be a thus
And not a maybe, somehow, if;
Should mark a soul so resolute
It will not fear or cease or lag—
We need a rugged mandible,
Provided we don’t let it wag.
Yes, with endurance, let it too
A tender modesty possess;
And to its grim strength let it add
The gracious power of gentleness.
Above all, let its might of deeds
Induce no loud or vulgar brag—
We like to see a good, firm jaw,
But do not wish to hear it wag.