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Louisa May Alcott - A Song From The Suds
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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!"
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