“Along the path of a useful life, Will heart’s-ease ever bloom; The busy mind has no time to think Of sorrow or care or gloom; And anxious thoughts may be swept away, As we bravely wield a broom.

“I am glad a task to me is given, To labor at day by day; For it brings me health and strength and hope, And I cheerfully learn to say⁠— ‘Head, you may think, Heart, you may feel, But, Hand, you shall work alway!’ ”