Show IH n BONNET When meeting bells began to toll And pious folk began to pass d She deftly tied her bonnet on The little sober meeting lass All in her neat whitecurtained room before be-fore her tiny looking glass t So nicely round her lady checks 4 She smoothed her bands of glossy hair And innocently wondered If Her bonnet did not make her fair Thon sternly chid her foolish heart for harboring such fancies there S square she tied the satin strings I And set the bows beneath her chin Then smiled to see how sweet she looked Then thought her vanity a sin And she must put away such thoughts t before the sermon should begin r But sitting neath the preached word r Demurely in her fathers pew I She thought about her bonnet still Yes all the parsons sermons through I About its pretty bows and buds whIch better than the text she knew Yet sitting there with a peaceful face k The reflex of her simple soul She looked to be a very saint And maybe was one on the whole Only that her pretty bonnet kept away the aureoleS aureole-S Mary E Wilkins |