Azalia E. Martin, "Little Maid" (1905)
By Azalia E. Martin
Flowers are blooming everywhere,
Little maid;
Making sweet the balmy air,
Little maid,
Gather them from day to day,
Loving lessons they convey,
And they will not always stay
Little maid.
In each bud a precept taught,
Little maid,
Of a haven to be sought,
Little maid,
Of the greatness of the one
Who doth guide from sun to sun,
Who rewards for duty done,
Little maid.
Make thy life so pure and sweet
Little maid,
Beautiful, entire, complete,
Little maid;
That the King who rules above
Shall behold in boundless love,
Thee as spotless as a dove,
Little maid.
Published in Voice of the Negro, May 1905
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