THE SONG OF THE HOUSE BROOM.

Te Aroha News, Volume IV, Issue 158, 26 June 1886, Page 1

THE SONG OF THE HOUSE BROOM.

I sing the crisp sons: of the house broom. So brisk and of no <In tig afraid. The emblem of order and neatneas. la the strong grip of mistress or maid. JTor whether to wJ&isk, sweep or freshen. I sing and rejoice while at work. And my honest homo thrust is at rubbish and dust Wheresoever they rally or lurk. In drawing-room, boudoir, and chamber I'm at home as in kitchen ana ball, TTpon doon?ill, pipzza, and stairway "Swsh! swish!" sounds my challenging call. Tin the tyrant Sloth's Nunrsls ; swiftly The chains of neglect I unloose. Room room for thr broom, inactivity's doom, Sworn foe to defect ai.d disuse ! Over Axminstcr woof and rag carpet My march I impartially take, While my siat^r tho plumed feather duster, Head erect, follows fast in my wake. Hot a corner so dark but I search it. After which, shoulder arms till tho next day's alarms. Gall me forth, thorough-paced as before. My queen, lovely woman, impels me ; I'm her slave or defender at need, ABmany a foe will bear witness Whom a broomstick hath put to his speed. In her prasp. be itditnpied or bony. I'm the sceptre or drudge of her will. And my bosom-like course gathers deftness or force As her hcusewifely wishes I fill I am the sprite of arrangement, I am the vassal of thrift ; To woman, for man's better comfort. While cleanliness— go rules the proverbIs the godliness nearest allied ; Room, room for the broom, amid sunehino and gloom. Tha housekeeper's glory and pi ide I — Nathan D. Urner, in the "New York Sun."