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The Pin

"Dear me! what signifies a pin!   I'll leave it on the floor;

My pincushion has others in,  Mamma has plenty more:

A miser will I never be," Said little heedless Emily.

So tripping on to giddy play,  She left the pin behind,

For Betty's broom to whisk away,   Or some one else to find;

She never gave a thought, indeed,

To what she might to-morrow need.

Next day a party was to ride,   To see an air-balloon!

And all the company beside  Were dress'd and ready soon:

But she, poor girl, she could not stir,

For just a pin to finish her. 'Twas vainly now, with eye and hand,  She did to search begin;

There was not one­not one, the band  Of her pelisse to pin!

She cut her pincushion in two,

But not a pin had slidden through!

At last, as hunting on the floor,  Over a crack she lay,

The carriage rattled to the door,  Then rattled fast away.

Poor Emily! she was not in,

For want of just ­a single pin!

There's hardly anything so small,   So trifling or so mean,

That we may never want at all,   For service unforseen:

And those who venture wilful waste,

May woeful want expect to taste.

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Ann Taylor

Ann Taylor (30 January 1782 – 20 December 1866) was an English poet and literary critic. She gained long-lasting popularity in her youth as a wr…

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