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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By Ellen Mackay HutchinsonCortissoz

1126 Quaker Ladies

MORE shy than the shy violet,

Hiding when the wind doth pass,

Nestled in the nodding grass,

With morning mist all wet,

In open woodland ways

The Quaker Lady strays.

Pale as noonday cloudlets are,

Floating in the blue,

This little wildwood star

Blooms in light and dew.

Sun and shadow on her hair,

Flowers about her feet,

Pale and still and sweet;

As a nun all pure and fair,

Through the soft spring air,

In the light of God

Deborah walks abroad.

Her little cap it hath a grace

Most demure and grave,

And her kerchief’s modest lace

Veils the lovely wave

Above her maiden heart,

Where only gentle thoughts have part.

Even the tying of her shoe

Hath beauty in it, too,

A delicate, sweet art.

Hiding when the wind goes by,

Not afraid, yet shy,

The tiny flower takes from the sky

Life’s own light and dew,

And its exquisite hue.

And the little Quaker maid,

Timidly, yet not afraid,

Unfolds the sweetness of her soul

To Heavenly control,

And wears upon her quiet face

The Spirit’s tender grace.