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Louisa May Alcott - The Rose Family - Song I
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O flower at my window
Why blossom you so fair,
With your green and purple cup
Upturned to sun and air?
`I bloom, blithesome Bessie,
To cheer your childish heart; 
The world is full of labor,
And this shall be my part.`
Whirl, busy wheel, faster, 
Spin, little thread, spin;
The sun shines fair without,
And we are gay within.

O robin in the tree-top,
With sunshine on your breast,
Why brood you so patiently
Above your hidden nest?
`I brood, blithesome Bessie,
And sing my humble song,
That the world may have more music
From my little ones erelong.`
Whirl, busy wheel, faster, 
Spin, little thread, spin;
The sun shines fair without,
And we are gay within.

O balmy wind of summer,
O silver-singing brook,
Why rustle through the branches?
Why shimmer in your nook?
`I flutter, blithesome Bessie,
Like a blessing far and wide;
I scatter bloom and verdue
Where`er my footsteps glide.`
Whirl, busy wheel, faster, 
Spin, little thread, spin;
The sun shines fair without,
And we are gay within.

O brook and breeze and blossom,
And robin on the tree,
You make a joy of duty,
A pride of industry;
Teach me to work as blithely,
With a willing hand and heart:
The world is full of labor,
And I must do my part.
Whirl, busy wheel, faster, 
Spin, little thread, spin;
The sun shines fair without,
And we are gay within.
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