Tell The Dear Old Body

    'Tell the dear old body
    This day I cannot run,
    For the pots are boiling over
    And the mutton isn't done.'"

Louisa May Alcott

Louisa May Alcott was an American novelist and poet best known as the author of the novel 'Little Women' and its sequels 'Little Men' and 'Jo's Boys.' Born in Germantown, Pennsylvania, she grew up in Massachusetts. She was an abolitionist and a feminist and was active in both the Transcendentalist and suffragist movements. Alcott began writing to support her family and went on to publish numerous works that have had a lasting impact on American literature.

Louisa May Alcott

I Wish I Had A Quiet Tomb

Louisa May Alcott, Simple Poetry

Don't Drive Me Away

Louisa May Alcott, Simple Poetry

Healfast, Healfast, Ye Hero Wounds

Louisa May Alcott, Simple Poetry

He Prayeth Best Who Loveth Best

Louisa May Alcott, Simple Poetry

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Gingerbread

"Gingerbread,
Go to the head.
Your task is done;
A soul is won.
Take it and go
Where muffins grow,
Where sweet loaves rise
To the very skies,
And biscuits fair
Perfume the air.
Away, away!
Make no delay;
In the sea of flour
Plunge this hour.
Safe in your breast
Let the yeast-cake rest,
Till you rise in joy,
A white bread boy!"

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