The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1882-06-24
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ODE TO "A BROOM. =
.Rcn1sa SONG OF THE BROOM BRIGADE.
Two Dollars a Year.

atARCHING SONG OF THE BROOM BRIGADE.
At the br0em drill in the First Gongrega
3ieaal Church, last Tuesday evening; thu
following lines, writ ten lsy Miss Alice Eddy
we're read by Mrs. II. c. Sheldon:
o, yon lassics of to-day, with your rufflet
and your laces,
u it'll your clear, young ringing voices, anc
your fair and clever faces, 49, .
Zen would smile if l should tell you thai
you miss tile best of graces,
When you turn away from handling Of the
bro0mi
You can 'broider dainty gowns TIL the lads
are in q flutter, = -;
Aud arrange your pretty chambers in a most
aesthetic clutter,
End your rosy lips most clarmingly Italian
songs, can utter;
You IRE quite above the handling Of the
broom. :. ~
All! but when your stately grandmamlna
wac only pretty Polly,
Sac could drive your sober grandpa to a
state Of widest folly,
With her diinpled arms flying, and her eyes
SO bright and jolly,
Laughing out above the handle OF her
broom.
With a red and yellow 'kerchief tied about
her shining tresses,
And her tucked-up, homespun petticoat-
the loveliest Of dresses
He can see her at this moment, and full oft
his stars he blesses -
That he found her thus, s-hanlling Of the
broom. !.
Ger her cheek, with every motion, few the
red and white, together,
Like the changeful cloud and sunlight in the
merry April weather,
And thu heart 0f him who which al her
foated upward like feather,
Swept away before the magic Of her
broom.
And now, withsweet eyes smiling, Ger the
tops Of gold-rimmed glasses,
Growing sweeter, growing fairer, with each
/. happy year that passes,
Though her step, indeed, be slower, am
sure, my little lasses, :.
She could match you all III handling Of the
=. broom.
o, you maidens of to-day, yon may sport
YOUR filmy laces, =.
You may frizzle clouds Of ripglets to set off
your bonny faces, tts ".
You may CLEAN like floating thisl1e-lown
with pretty, idle graces,
ION may scorn the honest handling Of the
:. broom;
But your blossomy sweet beauty will not
have us cFONNluS RiOfy,
Till you learn the truth which, followed,
makes all life happy story,
That in service lies your queenship, and q
q royal light plays DER We,
When your pretty hands are busy with the
broom.
Hark d score of grlish voices, to my sage
advice replying!
How they glow. the winsome faces, laughing
down my foolish sighing!
With their Joyous eyes upon me, can grieye
that Time goes flying,
Sweeping old ideas before him with his
broom? -:
''What !"tley say, so grave faced rhymer,
Is our glory gone fOrcyer2
Borne a-'own beneath the weight Of years,
as in i whelming river?
But we know the crown OF girlhood will be
lost or broken never,
: Nor laid by with pretty Polly's WORKOUT
broom.
(" Year by year the same sweet floxIal1a11
the same sweet Aelu - ,,T,Ic, :. "'o%'''
GirlisL hesefs .Sc: ,,r., " a1 VERY IN,
f1SS61oas6hder
And we think that even grandma ANNA would
open eyes in wonder,
AT the sight of cur mancuvrcs with the
broom"
Heaven bless the bonny lasses. with the
/: light.of joy upon them.
Hard Of heart and SLOW to mirth must be he
whose eyes could shun them!
Let them keep their merry hearts and let all
sweet grace be done them.
I II cen sit down and watch them ply the
broom.
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