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Creator: Battersby, H. S. (Hannah S.), -1887?
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The other artists there, Who well deserve with her, their star, The public praise to share. Would that we had more artists As natural as she, Then might the stage a mirror Of true life prove to be. * * * * * THE SHAKER GIRL I met a pleasant, thoughtful girl, Fresh from a homely band Of Shaker brethren who fare well In this far Western land. I talked to her of earthly love, She answered with a sigh;
The Arabian Nights Entertainments - Volume 01

Contents of Volume I. The story of the genius and the lady shut up in a glass box The fable of the ass, the ox, and the labourer The fable of the dog and the cock The story of the merchant and genius The history of the first old man and the bitch The story of the second old man and the two black dogs The story of the fisherman The story of the Grecian king, and the physician Douban The story of the husband and parrot The story of the vizier that was punished The history of the young king of the black isles The story of the three calenders, sons of kings; and of the five ladies of Bagdad The history of the first calender, a king's son The history of the second calender, a king's son The story of the envious man, and of him whom he envied The history of the third calender, a king's son The story of Zobeide The story of Amine The story of Sindbad the sailor
I sought to know the hidden truth, And asked the reason why She would prefer a Shaker's life, Pleasant though it might be, To working in the free, grand world, Consistently and free, With household duties wooing her, And babies on her knee? She blushed a trifle, and looked shy, Confessed the truth was plain, That if "some one" should ever come And seek her love again, She would, with all her loving heart, Accept his profferred hand, And leave her Shaker friends with him, For any clime or land; But that she doubted that the love He once professed was o'er, And that she feared that it for her Was quenched for evermore; And so she guessed she'd best return To her calm Shaker home, And curb the feelings of her heart, And never seek to roam. O Shaker maiden, pause, I pray, Take further earnest thought,