The Rose Family - Song 1
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.
Louisa May Alcott
(29th November 1832 - 6th March 1888)
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