Huldy sot pale ez ashes,
All kin’ o’ smily roun’ the lips
An’ teary roun’ the lashes.
For she was jes’ the quiet kind
Whose natures never vary,
Like streams that keep a summer wind
Snow-hid in Janooary.
The blood clost roun’ her heart felt glued
Too tight for all expressin’,
Till mother see how matters stood,