The Verse-Book of a Homely Woman
Dedicated TO MY FIRST LOVE, MY MOTHER
Some day of days! Some dawning yet to be I shall be clothed with immortality! And, in that day, I shall not greatly care That Jane spilt candle grease upon the stair. It will not grieve me then, as once it did, That careless hands have chipped my teapot lid. I groan, being burdened. But, in that glad day, I shall forget vexations of the way. That needs were often great, when means were small, Will not perplex me any more at all A few short years at most (it may be less), I shall have done with earthly storm and stress. So, for this day, I lay me at Thy feet. O, keep me sweet, my Master! Keep me sweet!
First, there's the entrance, narrow, and so small, The hat-stand seems to fill the tiny hall; That staircase, too, has such an awkward bend, The carpet rucks, and rises up on end! Then, all the rooms are cramped and close together; And there's a musty smell in rainy weather. Yes, and it makes the daily work go hard To have the only tap across a yard. These creaking doors, these draughts, this battered paint, Would try, I think, the temper of a saint, How often had I railed against these things, With envies, and with bitter murmurings For spacious rooms, and sunny garden plots! Until one day, Washing the breakfast dishes, so I think, I paused a moment in my work to pray; And then and there All life seemed suddenly made new and fair; For, like the Psalmist's dove among the pots (Those endless pots, that filled the tiny sink!), My spirit found her wings. Lord (thus I prayed), it matters not at all That my poor home is ill-arranged and small: I, not the house, am straitened; Lord, 'tis I! Enlarge my foolish heart, that by-and-by I may look up with such a radiant face Thou shalt have glory even in this place. And when I trip, or stumble unawares In carrying water up these awkward stairs, Then keep me sweet, and teach me day by day To tread with patience Thy appointed way. As for the house . . . . Lord, let it be my part To walk within it with a perfect heart.
Fay Inchfawn
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[Elizabeth Rebecca Ward]
PART I. INDOORS
The Long View
Within my House
The Housewife
To Mother
In Such an Hour
The Daily Interview
The Little House
The House-Mother
A Woman in Hospital
In Convalescence
Homesick
On Washing Day
When Baby Strayed
If Only ——
Listening
The Reason
Two Women
The Prize Fight
The Home Lights
To an Old Teapot
For Mothering!
Little Fan
The Naughty Day
To a Little White Bird
Because
When He Comes
PART II. OUT OF DOORS
Early Spring
The Witness
In Somerset
At the Cross Roads
Summer met Me
The Carrier
The Thrush
In Dorset Dear
The Flight of the Fairies
The Street Player
On All Souls' Eve
The Log Fire
God save the King