Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)

Heart's Ease

Give me work for my hands to do,
  Whenever I have a grief;
There's no other balm so good I ween
  For a wounded Heart's relief.

And give me something to think about,
  Something beside my pain;
And let me labor throughout the day
  With a busy hand and brain.

From the flush of morn till the gloom of night
  With never a time to weep;
And then in the gloaming let me turn
  Like a weary child to sleep. 

1. Conquest
2. The Birth of the Opal
3. Queries
4. The Plow of God
5. East and West

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