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 sunny 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 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 bravely wield a broom.

I am glad a task to me is given,
        To labour 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!'

Source: Taken from the classic, "Little Women & Good Wives,"
authored by Louisa May Alcott.

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