Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1926-09-22
THE LITTLE TASKS.

THE LITTLE TASKS.
The ceaseless round of little things
Which every dawning morning
brings,
,Tis this which makes my sum of
care
TITS this | pray for strength to BEAR
Lord. help me through it all to see
How much my duties bring to me.
These neyer-ending tasks l face
Which sometimes seem so common
place,
The beds l make to make again,
The little windows splashed with
rain,
The floors / sweep, the chalrs ouse'
All these / do because l must
The little garments I repair
And make them fit once more 10
wear;
The meals l get, the rows and rows
OF dishes every woman knows;
'Tis these, dear Lord, that make me
doubt
And fear they'll wear my patience out.
Lord keep my vision sweet and clear
When irksome days grow dark and
drear,
Still let me see their eyes aglow
With love that shall be mine to
know.
Help me to sing each morning
through
Because such tasks are mine to do.
For them I sew, for them I bake,
For them these endless pains l take,
Help me to see in all l touch
The little hearts I love so much
And understand (tis all l ask
The meaning of each little task.
Selected.
Dear Aunt Anne:
Here comes another Stacker" to re-
port to you at a late hour. l was very
glad that "Narcissus" called some of
us right out in meetin'," for we GER
tainly need to be prodded once in
while We have lot of talented
writers in the column, but most OF
them keep their talent buried!
One of my friends invited me re-
Gently to go along with her in her
oliver" to look for hooked rugs that
took shape and form under the fingers
of our grandmothers. We went
through the towns of Hancock, Frank
lin and Sullivan. l thoroughly en-
joyed the day, for the weather was
ideal, the country roads good, ana
many of the homes where we called
were most attractive.
Old doorways and doors gave the
houses they adorned, glamour OF
"Reminiscences of the romance of olden
DAYS. The "old clock on the stairs
could tell many tale of old-tlme nos
pitality in those homes. And how
many of the sturdy boys and girls
who once lived there had gone into
the world to fill positions of honor
and trust. Some of the boys marched
to the war of 81, to the strains of fife
and drum, and alas, some of them
never returned. 1 thought of so many
of these happenings while my friend
was looking at rugs.
There were elm-arched ways in the
villages, and many gardens were a
riot of color One garden that l
noticed was particularly lovely. 1t
was little way from a -neatly-kept
home, and so beautiful with it's wealth
of phlox and hollyhocks. A passing
girl told me that the mistress of the
home and garden died last winter, but
l know that the land where she is
must be fairer because of her presence,
for only a lovely person could leave
such a heritage to gladden. the lives
of others.
The scenery grew more beautiful as
we went on and gained vistas of the
open water Wild asters and golden
rod gladdened the roadsides and the
distant mountains and valleys offered
scenes of restfulness, to be of later
| joy when the forests will burn with
vermilion, russell and gold. We
crossed the Hancock Sullivan bridge
| a structure that was much needed.
| We called at Aunt Sues "Curiosty
Shop" and saw many antiques in her
| attractive rooms. Several old mirrors
made me long for Captain Kids
treasure, so 1 could buy them. There
were many other interesting things
but the sun was sinking low on the
| horizon, and We reluctantly left these
enchanting towns and took our home.
| ward way.
| We stopped for tea at the Blu,
| Lantern in Surry, and we fancied a!
| we drank our tea that we were in fal
| away Russia, for much of thu
| furniture looked as if it had once beer
| owned in that land of legend and o
| mystery. Bluehill bay was golden II
| the sunset as we came over Greens
| hill, and we thought it was a fitting
| ending to perfect day.
| Ford"
We are glad to have this descrip
| ton of your ride over such beauti
full country. New hooked rugs arr
never pretty, are they? 1t take
time and many feet to make then
fat and mellow the colors. M.