The clothes-line is a Rosary Of household help and care; Each little saint the Mother loves Is represented there. And when across her garden plot She walks, with thoughtful heed, I should not wonder if she told Each garment for a bead. A stranger passing, I salute The Household in its wear, And smile to think how near of kin Are love and toil and prayer.
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