A Song from the Suds

This is one of my favorite poems ever from Louisa May Alcott's Little Women:

" 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 inded
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 bravely wield a broom.

I am glad to me a task 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 away!"

                                             Hope blessing your home today, blesses you too!