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Curling smoke from a chimney low, And only a few more steps to go, Faces pressed at a window pane Watching for someone to come again… And I am the someone they wait to…
The walls have seemed to say to me Where have the sticky fingers gone That always found their way to me, And left their prints to gaze upon… The halls have worn a gloomy air
A FRIEND has passed Across the bay, So wide and vast, And put away The mortal form
THEY tell me that I 'm spoiling… I The neighbors say that you shou… For all the awful things you do, Laid face down over daddy’s knee And spanked and put to bed. That…
We all are warriors with sin. Cru… we come to earth With spotless plumes and shining s… with foes and prove our worth. The world is but a battlefield whe…
I’ve tried the high-toned speciali… I’ve heard the throat man whisper… I’ve sat in fancy offices and wait… And paid for fifteen minutes what… But while these scientific men are…
The kids are out-of-doors once mor… The heavy leggins that they wore, The winter caps that covered ears Are put away, and no more tears Are shed because they cannot go
I will lend you, for a little time… A child of mine, He said. For you to love the while he lives… And mourn for when he’s dead. It may be six or seven years,
THIS morning came a man to me, h… He shook my hand and doffed his ha… Said he, ' I read your stuff each… You have a line of humor that deli… My dear wife reads it through and…
No war is won by cannon fire alone… The soldier bears the grim and dre… He dies to serve the Flag that he… His duty is to gain the distant go… But if the toiler in his homeland…
I never knew the joy of getting ho… I never knew how fast a heart coul… I never tasted joy, Till the day my little boy Came running up to meet me on the…
The children bring us laughter, an… They string our joys, like jewels… They bring the bitterest cares we… Then smile our world to loveliness… The children make us what we are;…
You shall have satin and silk to w… When my ship comes in; And jewels to shine in your raven… When my ship comes in. Oh, the path is dreary to-day and…
Troubles? Sure I’ve lots of them, Got ‘em heaped up by the score, Got ’em baled and bundled up, Got ‘em hid behind the door. Got ’em young and got ‘em old,
You do not know it, little man, In your summer coat of tan And your legs bereft of hose And your peeling, sunburned nose, With a stone bruise on your toe,