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.
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