In a frock neatly trimmed with beautiful lace,
And hair nicely dressed, hanging over her face,
Thus decked, Harriet went to the house of a friend,
With a large little party, the evening to spend.
"Ah! how they will all be delighted, I guess,
and stare with surprise at my eloquent dress";
Thus said the vain girl, and her little heart beat,
Impatient the happy young party to meet.
But alas! They were all too intent on their fun,
To observe the gay clothes this fine lady had on;
And thus all her trouble quite lost its design,
For they saw she was proud, but forgot she was fine.
'T was Lucy, though only in simple white clad,
(Nor trimmings, nor laces, nor jewelry she had),
Whose cheerful good nature delighted them more,
Than all the fine garments that Harriet wore.
'Tis better to have a sweet smile on one's face,
Than to wear a rich frock with an elegant lace,
For the good natured girl is loved best in the main,
If her dress is but decent, though ever so plain.
-J.T.
Warmly,A Patchwork Mommy
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