Tall and stately, with a dignified flair,
She stood so beautifully erect,
And fluently tossed her "thee's" and "thou's"
In the manner of Quaker sect.
Her black eyes sparkled while conversing one day,
Of the ways of their fellow kin,
She spoke of the hates and the jealousies,
Stored up in the hearts of men.
"Thee just must, be happy," she thoughtfully mused,
"In the good fortune of our brothers,
We cannot be jubilant just for ourselves,
"Thee" must share in the joys of others!"