Boy and Girl of Plymouth by Helen L. Smith









Boy and Girl of Plymouth
by Helen L. Smith

Little lass of Plymouth,—gentle, shy, and sweet;

Primly, trimly tripping down the queer old street;

Homespun frock and apron, clumsy buckled shoe;

Skirts that reach your ankles, just as Mother's do;

Bonnet closely clinging over braid and curl;

Modest little maiden,—Plymouth's Pilgrim girl!


Little lad of Plymouth, stanchly trudging by;

Strong your frame, and sturdy; kind and keen your eye;

Clad in belted doublet, buckles at your knee;

Every garment fashioned as a man's might be;

Shoulder-cloak and breeches, hat with bell-shaped crown;

Manly little Pilgrim,—boy of Plymouth town!


Boy and girl of Plymouth, brave and blithe, and true;

Finer task than yours was, children never knew;

Sharing toil and hardship in the strange, new land;

Hope, and help, and promise of the weary band;

Grave the life around you, scant its meed of joy;

Yours to make it brighter,—Pilgrim girl and boy!