This very modest-looking little maid
Never knows what it is to be afraid:
Should a spring bubble up across her way,
For help to ford it she will never stay,
But leaps right over it with secret joy;
Her gallant spirit might befit a boy.
Why does she droop her head so shyly now?
Because a wreath of roses crowns her brow!
This adorable engraving and poem is from the book Little Folks and Little Friends by Oscar Pletsch, circa 1880. Click on image to enlarge.
Pat C. says
How sweet! i love the expression on the little girl’s face.: ) Thank you, Julie.: ) xoxo
Cynthia O. says
This is precious! Thanks for sharing.