text:  In its circle she rules And the daughters she schools And she cautions the boys With a bustling command And a diligent hand Employ'd she employs; Gives order to store And the much makes the more; Locks the chest and the wardrobe with lavender smelling And the hum of the spindle goes quick through the dwelling; And she hoards in the presses well polish'd and full The snow of the linen the shine of the wool; Blends the sweet with the good and from care and endeavour Rests never! Blithe the Master (where the while From his roof he sees them smile) Eyes the lands and counts the gain; There the beams projecting far And the laden store-house are And the granaries bow'd beneath The blessings of the golden grain; There in undulating motion Wave the corn-fields like an ocean