I know a little maiden,
She is very fair and sweet,
As she trips among the grasses
That kiss her dainty feet;
Her arms are full of flowers,
The snow-drops, pure and white,
Timid blue-eyed violets,
And daffodillies bright.
Her brow is sometimes clouded,
And she sighs with gentle grace,
Till the sunbeams,
Kiss the teardrops from her face.
Well we know this dainty maiden,
For Naomi is her name;
And we celebrate her with gladness,
As her birthday comes again.
Adapted from "A Child of Spring"
by Ellen Robena Field
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