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Show THE WOMAN WITH THE BROOM. "The man with the Hoe" let others sing, And to him ready tribute bring; Tell of his labor and unrest. The sense of wrong that rives his breast; How on his Atlas-back he bears The world, with ail its toils and cares, His broken spirit wrapt in gloom I sing, "The Woman with the Broom." Smiling, within her door she stands, Her busy broom in -willing hands; She makes the household wheels go 'round Without a jar, with scarce a sound. To her the skies are always clear; And, moving with a breath of cheer. She sweeps away the dust of gloom This happy Woman with the Broom. And while she works she sings a song, While all life's joys together throng That rings a call from roof to dome Throughout her realm of "Home, Sweet Home. Love's garden nestles 'round the door. Where flowers of fond affection bloom And bow their rainbow heads before The radiant Woman with the Broom. Queen o'er the home her sceptre sways; Her subjects walk in pleasant wavs;. They love her rule, protect her right, Enjoy her sweetness, strength and light; And when, at last, she's called to rest. "Her children rise and call her blest"; By cradle, altar and the tomb. The faithful Woman with the Broom. |