വിമല ഹൃദയ എച്ച്.എസ്. വിരാലി/അക്ഷരവൃക്ഷം/ Cleanliness and Washing Up
Cleanliness and Washing Up
Here’s a song about washing away germs:
Cleanliness All-endearing cleanliness, Virtue next to godliness, Easiest, cheapest, needfull’st duty, To the body health and beauty; Who that’s human would refuse it, When a little water does it? Here’s the longer version: Cleanliness Come, my little Robert, near- Fie! what filthy hands are here! Who, that e’er could understand The rare structure of a hand, With its branching fingers fine, Work itself of hands divine, Strong, yet delicately knit, For ten thousand uses fit, Overlaid with so clear skin You may see the blood within,- Who this hand would choose to cover With a crust of dirt all over, Till it look’d in hue and shape Like the forefoot of an ape! Man or boy that works or plays In the fields or the highways, May, without offence or hurt, From the soil contract a dirt Which the next clear spring or river Washes out and out for ever- But to cherish stains impure, Soil deliberate to endure, On the skin to fix a stain Till it works into the grain, Argues a degenerate mind, Sordid, slothful, ill-inclined, Wanting in that self-respect Which does virtue best protect. All-endearing cleanliness, Virtue next to godliness
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