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When the burden grows heavy, and r… When you falter and slip, and it i… And your best doesn’t measure to w… When you know in your heart that y… With the odds all against you, the…
BLUE skies mighty temptin’, an’… An’ my wo’k is gettin’ harder eber… Ain’t a-takin’ any int’rest in de… Jes’ sittin’ heah an’ wishin’ time… Jes’ a-wishin’ fo’ de fishin’
Under the toiler’s grimy shirt, Under the sweat and the grease and… Under the rough outside you view, Is a man who thinks and feels as y… Go talk with him,
I’d rather be a failure than the m… I’d rather seek the mountain-top t… Oh, let me hold some lofty dream a… And though I fail I still shall k… The idlers line the ways of life a…
He came down the stairs on the lau… Where patriots were eating and dri… The tap of his crutch on the marbl… Caught my ear as I sat all alone… I turned—and a soldier my eyes fel…
(In which Ye Ed attempts the mill… We stood at the tee and the driver… Then we put back the turf; At the ball, then a thing called t… Then we put back the turf.
When the young folks gather 'round… Singin’ all the latest songs gathe… Or they start the phonograph an’ s… An’ hold a little party dance, I’… Then I sorter settle back, plumb…
It’s good to have the trees again,… It’s good to see the lilacs bloom… It’s good that we can feel again t… For hearts and minds, of sorrow no… The roses haven’t changed a bit, n…
Sometimes at the table, when He gets misbehavin’, then Mother calls across to me: ‘Look at him, now! Don’t you see What he’s doin’, sprawlin.' there!
When something or other has made h… His rattle he throws on the floor; The times he is good and the times… His rattle he throws on the floor. When there is a smile on his pink…
If I had youth I’d bid the world… I’d answer every challenge to my w… And though the silent mountains sh… I’d try to make them subject to my… I’d keep my dreams and follow wher…
O, SAD and solemn holy day, O, bitterest of bitter hours! Behold He staggers on His way Beneath the cross that saps His p… O, see, they goad Him with their…
I’LL never be rich. I’m too fond of the joy Of a certain small girl And a certain small boy; And the nights full of fun
I’D rather be considered dull Than use my brain denouncing thing… I’d rather not be critical And utter words that carry stings. I’d rather never speak at all
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…