An Angel's Work

I've done an angel's work today!
Yes, such an honor came my way.
Real angle's work! And lest you doubt it,
I'm going to tell you all about it.
Well, first, I cooked. It was so nice
To plan the pies, stewed fruit, and rice,
God sent His angel once to make
Cakes for a poor wayfarer's sake.
But just today He honored me,
And sent the task my way, you see.
Then,while I tidied up the place,
Gave every knob a radiant face
Back of my mind this thought would lurk,
That I was still at angel's work.
Putting away coats and dresses,
And moving small unsightlinesses.
For, oh! 'tis such a lovesome thing,
Just straightening out, and freshening.
And after that I washed a few
Small woolly garments, old not new,
Things I had rubbed and rinsed before
Quite forty times, or even more.
And as I hung them on the line
I thought what God-like work is mine!
To cleanse- ah me! - to wash out stains
Till not a single speck remains.
So, later in the day 'twas sweet
To sit and rest my tired feet
Mending the clothes, and plan out, too,
how to make old things into new.
For surely 'tis and angel's way
To put things right from day to day.
To find thin places, and repair
The glad rags and the sturdy wear.
Since wear and tear must surely be
On this side of Eternity,
I'm feeling very proud to say
I've done an angel's work today.

- Author Unknown