The Home Circle by Louisa May Alcott

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Oct 30, 1884

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 10, No. 41.

The Home Circle.

By Louisa May Alcott

A SONG FROM THE SUDS.

QUEEN of my tub, I merrily sing While the white foam rises 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 summer sky.

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

Along the path of a useful life Will hearts' 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 the broom.

I am glad to me the task is given To labor 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 alway." —Miss Alcott, in Christian at Work.