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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
When an old man gets to thinking o… He hears again the laughter of the… He isn’t counting money, and he is… He’s at home with friendly people… When he’s lived through all life’s…
If I had youth I’d bid the world… I’d answer every challenge to my w… Though mountains stood in silence… I’d try to make them subject to my… I’d keep my dreams and follow wher…
When a fellow’s feeling blue, And is troubled, through and throu… With a melancholy feeling That he cannot seem to shake, When his plans have gone astray
I’d like to steal a day and be All alone with little me, Little me that used to run Everywhere in search of fun; Little me of long ago
Mothers never change, I guess, In their tender thoughtfulness. Makes no difference that you grow Up to forty years or so, Once you cough, you’ll find that s…
Father’s in the woodshed, Cleaning forty fish; Mother’s in the kitchen, Washing every dish; Sister’s upstairs making
OUT of the darkness and shadow of… Out of the anguish that wells from… Into the splendor of spiritual bre… Now we have burst like a lily in b… Sweetened is sorrow and strengthen…
Be a friend. You don’t need money… Just a disposition sunny; Just the wish to help another Get along some way or other; Just a kindly hand extended
Dead they left Him in the tomb And the impenetrable gloom, Rolled the great stone to the door… Dead, they thought, forevermore. Then came Mary Magdalene
‘Dear Father,’ he wrote me from S… Where he’s waiting with Pershing… ‘There’s little the censor permits… Save the fact that I’m here and a… The French people cheered as we m…
This is the sort of a man was he: True when it hurt him a lot to be; Tight in a corner an’ knowin’ a li… Would have helped him out, but he… His freedom there in so cheap a wa…
Listen to the laughter of the broo… Listen to the chatter of the black… Stand an’ see the beauties of the… Then ask of God why mortals haven… Than to quarrel an’ to battle
A year is filled with glad events: The best is Christmas day, But every holiday presents Its special round of play, And looking back on boyhood now
He shall be great who serves his c… He shall be loved who ever guards… His worth the starry banner long s… Who loves his land too much to sto… Who shares the splendor of these s…