PART 1
16. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
(continued)
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 out 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 heartsease 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 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 alway!"
Dear Mother,
There is only room for me to send my love, and some pressed
pansies from the root I have been keeping safe in the house for
Father to see. I read every morning, try to be good all day, and
sing myself to sleep with Father's tune. I can't sing `LAND OF
THE LEAL' now, it makes me cry. Everyone is very kind, and we are
as happy as we can be without you. Amy wants the rest of the page,
so I must stop. I didn't forget to cover the holders, and I wind
the clock and air the rooms every day.
Kiss dear Father on the cheek he calls mine. Oh, do come soon
to your loving . ..
LITTLE BETH
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