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If you would rise above the throng And seek the crown of fame, You must do more than drift along And merely play the game. Whatever path your feet may tread,
No one is beat till he quits, No one is through till he stops, No matter how hard Failure hits, No matter how often he drops, A fellow’s not down till he lies
I think my country needs my vote, I know it doesn’t need my throat, My lungs and larynx, too; And so I sit at home at night And teach my children what is righ…
HOW dear to my heart is the bank… The five-spots and tens in the str… The yellow boys, too, that were mi… And oft I caressed with a fatherl… The wide, bulging bank roll that s…
HE has not lived in vain If men can say When he has passed away: “He labored not for gain.’ If one can truly say:
‘I’m never alone in the garden,' h… never alone with the flowers. It seems like I’m meeting the won… out here with these blossoms of ou… An’ there’s never a bush or a plan…
There was weepin’ by the women tha… An’ old William’s throat was chok… An’ he couldn’t hardly answer when… Who it was on that occasion was to… I detest tears at a weddin’, an’…
I stood and watched him playing, A little lad of three, And back to me came straying The years that used to be; In him the boy was Maying
I WONDER if they’re bitin’ way… I wonder if they’re fightin’ very… I wonder if they’re hungry, an’ wo… Th’ way that I remember they used… I wonder if Ole Daddy’s caught hi…
He’s doing double duty now; Time’s silver gleams upon his brow… And there are lines upon his face Which only passing years can trace… And yet he’s turned back many a pa…
The roses are bedded for winter, t… The robins and martins have left u… The garden seems solemnly silent,… And I feel like a lonely old fell… All summer I’ve hovered about the…
There’s nothing that builds up a t… Like a day on a stream, Back on the banks of the old fishi… Where a fellow can dream. There’s nothing so good for a man…
GARDENING is hardening In every way you view it; It makes a fellow hustle, And it strengthens every muscle; It knots up many a tendon
A man is at his finest towards the… He is almost what he should be whe… Then he’s thinking more of others… And the laughter of his children i… He is less a selfish creature than…
Lord, let me stand in the thick of… Let me bear what I must without w… Grant me the wisdom to do what is… Though a thousand false beacons ar… Let me be true as the steel of a b…