There is a very similar poem entitled you tell on yourself by Marie Losavio but it is a much more modern version than the one posted below…

You tell on yourself by the friend you seek.
By the very manner in which you speak.
By the way you employ your leisure time,
By the use you make of a dollar or dime.

You tell what you are by the clothes you wear,
By the spirit in which your burdens bear.
By the kind of things at which you laugh,
By the records you play on your phonograph.

You tell what you are by the way you walk,
By the things of which you delight to talk.
By the manner in which you bear defeat,
By so simple a thing as how you eat.

You tell what you are by the books you read,
By the way you treat a neighbour in need.
So there’s never a tiny bit of sense,
To keep up an aura of false pretense.
For you tell on yourself.