SARAH'S HALLS

THE broom that once through Sarah's halls,

In hole and corner sped,

Now useless leans 'gainst Sarah's walls

And gathers dust instead.

So sweeps the slavey now-a-days

So work is shifted o'er,

And maids that once gained honest praise

Now earn that praise no more!

No more the cobweb from its height

The broom of Sarah fells;

The fly alone unlucky wight

Invades the spider's cells.

Thus energy so seldom wakes,

All sign that Sarah gives

Is when some dish or platter breaks,

To show that still she lives.

Judy.