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Friday, July 16, 2010

A Song from the Suds

By: Louisa May Alcott















A Song from the Suds



Queen of my tub, I merrily sing,
While the white foam raises high,
And sturdily wash, and rinse, and wring,
And fasten the clothes to dry;
Then out in the free fresh air they swing,
Under the sunny sky.

















I wish we could wash from our hearts and our souls
The stains of the week away,
And let water and air by their magic make
Ourselves as pure as they;
Then on the earth there would be indeed
A glorious washing day!



















Along the path of a useful life
Will heart's-ease ever bloom;
The busy mind has no time to think
Of sorrow, or care, or gloom;
And anxious thoughts may be swept away
As we busily wield a broom.






















I am glad a task to me is given
To labor at day by day;
For it brings me health, and strength, and hope,
And I cheerfully learn to say-
"Head, you may think; heart, you may feel;
But hand, you shall work always!"

Louisa May Alcott


Hope you all have and excellent weekend!

Kelsey

2 comments:

Moe said...

I like that poem! That's great. Thank you for sharing, Kelsey.

Moe

Emily said...

What a nice poem! Thanks for sharing :)