Queen of my tub, i merrily sing, while the white foam raises high, and sturdily wash, and rinse, and wring, and fasten the clothes to dry; then out in the free fresh air they swing, under the sunny sky. i wish we could wash from our hearts and our souls the stains of the week away, and let water and air by their magic make ourselves as pure as they; then on the earth there would be indeed a glorious washing day! 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 busily 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 always! 'why is the speaker glad that the task is given to her?