Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair. Stories from My Attic - Page 13 by Horace Elisha Scudder - 1896 - 269 pages Full view - About this book
...transcendent realm where redeemed sweeps lead the life of young Emile or the young Wordsworth of The Prelude: And by came an Angel who had a bright key, And he open'd the coffins & set them all free ; Then down a green plain leaping, laughing, they run, And wash...
Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair. 
