Sweep and sweep and sweep the floor,
Sweep the dust, pick up the pin;
Make it clean from fire to door,
Clean for father to come in!
Mother said that God goes sweeping,
Looking, sweeping with a broom,
All the time that we are sleeping,
For a shilling in the room:
Did he drop it out of glory,
Walking far above the birds?
Or did parson make the story
For the thinking afterwards?
If I were the swept-for shilling
I would hearken through the gloom;
Roll out fast, and fall down willing
Right before the sweeping broom!
by GEORGE MACDONALD (1824-1905)
Public Domain Poetry
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Tetiana I would love to read your short stories.
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Thank you so much for reading, genienakano! You can always begin with this one by Tetiana. It’s one of her best: https://unbolt.me/2019/05/30/white-starts-wins-based-on-a-true-story/ 😄
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What is “pin”?
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I assumed it meant a rolling pin, but I could be wrong.
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