 | [Poems by Piatt in] The Children Out-of-doors |  |
I.
A COUNTRY GIRL.
Sunburnt! The lily wears no parasol,And yet is she the whitest flower of all;
And the rose loses not her delicate blood,
Though green leaves are her seldom gypsy hood.
Margaret's was like the April's spirit in May,
Tenderly bright, gracious and softly gay;
Her smile was the utterance of a soul, unheard,
That does not need to speak its gentle word:
That word which, spoken, then would be as mild
As when an angel speaks unto a child—
As simple as the child's that does not know
It is an angel whom it answers so.
Her eyes were mirrors made for innocence
To see itself in holy confidence.
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