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Life is a challenge to the bold, It flings its gauntlet down And bids us, if we seek for gold And glory and renown, To come and take them from its sto…
Think happy thoughts! Think sunshine all the day; Refuse to let the trifling worries… Crowd them with thoughts of laught… Think of the good, forget the bad…
Last night I held my arms to you And you held yours to mine And started out to march to me As any soldier fine. You lifted up your little feet
Where is the road to Arcady, Where is the path that leads to pe… Where shall I find the bliss to b… Where shall the weary wanderings c… These are the questions that come…
How’s the little chap to know Just the proper roads to go If you never travel with him While he’s little, hand in hand? How’s he ever going to learn
YOU can’t pay back in dollars wha… You can’t repay in kindness all th… You little know the perils he has… And the wealth of Rockefeller thi… Just remember, as you travel, now…
He was beaten from the start, Beaten by his doubting heart, And he had a ready ear For the busy tongue of fear, And he had a timid mind
I’M not kicking on expenses, now… I will buy chiffon and laces till… Sure her dress for graduation shal… Of the masses who behold her; it s… She shall even carry roses, when h…
God grant my children may Not think in terms of gold When I have passed away And my poor form is cold. When I no more shall be,
When the umpire calls you out, It’s no use to stamp and shout, Wildly kicking dust about— Play the game! And though his decision may
I can’t help thinkin’ o’ the lad! Here’s summer bringin’ trees to fr… An’ every bush with roses clad, An’ nature in her finest suit, An’ all things as they used to be
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
You may delve down to rock for you… You may go with your steel to the… You may purchase the best of the t… And the finest of workmanship buy. You may line with the rarest of ma…
‘Tell us a story,’ comes the cry From little lips when nights are c… And in the grate the flames leap h… ‘Tell us a tale of pirates bold, Or fairies hiding in the glen,
Out of it all shall come splendor… Out of the madness and out of the… Clearer and finer the world shall… Why then keep sorrow and doubt in… Joy shall be ours when the warfare…