Thro' the village sounded the Sabbath-bell,
And the reverent people flocked down the
street.
Little Elizabeth, prim and pale,
A decorous little Puritan maid,
Walked soberly up the meeting-house hill,
With a look on her face as if she prayed.
Her catechism was in her hand,
Unvexed was she by the scholar's art;
Her simple lesson she simply learned,