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Life is a gift to be used every da… Not to be smothered and hidden awa… It isn’t a thing to be stored in t… Where you gather your keepsakes an… It isn’t a joy to be sipped now an…
Once the house was lovely, but it’… For time has come an’ stained its… An’ all that’s left for mother an’… Is to sit an’ tell each other what… We couldn’t keep 'em always an’ we…
NOT over there do I await Reward for patience here below, Not over there at Heaven’s gate Is all the joy that I shall know; Not for the joys to be am I
I might have been rich if I’d wan… I’ve made. I might have had fame if I’d soug… purposely played. Now I’m standing to-day on the fa…
These are the peaks of valor; keep… Too brave for petty profit to risk… Adventuring for the future, yet mi… For God, for country and for home… These are the peaks of valor: a sp…
IT was thick with Prussian troope… Every tree that cast a shadow was… Death was guarding every roadway,… And behind each rise of terrain wa… But Uncle Sam’s Marines had orde…
He couldn’t use his driver any bet… Than the chap that he was licking,… I could hit them with a brassie ju… But I piled up several sevens whi… And he trimmed me to a finish, and…
When mother sleeps, a slamming doo… Disturbs her not at all; A man might walk across the floor Or wander through the hall A pistol shot outside would not
I want my boy to love his home, His Mother, yes, and me: I want him, wheresoe’er he’ll roam… With us in thought to be. I want him to love what is fine,
When Mrs. Malone got a letter fro… She started to read it aloud in he… ‘Dear Mary,’ it started, 'I can’t… I’m somewhere in France, and I’m… I’m chokin’ wid news thot I’d lik…
I don’t know what they’ll put him… his post may be; I cannot guess the task that waits… the sea, But I have known him through the…
WHAT of the glories after death, When this frail form gives up its… Why do we strive to understand The Future when the Now’s at hand… What matters it to you and me
The handy man about the house Is old and bent and gray; Each morning in the yard he toils, Where all the children play; Some new task every day he finds,
There’ve been times we’d disagree Somethin’ awful, Ma an’ me; Times when I would bang the door Never to come back no more, An’ go stompin’ down the street
Good luck! That’s all I’m saying,… The best o’ luck, in the parting,… May you never meet a danger that y… May you never meet a German that… Oh! A thousand things may happen…