#English #XXCentury #1918 #OverHere
You cannot gather every rose, Nor every pleasure claim, Nor bask in every breeze that blow… Nor play in every game. No millionaire could ever own
I wonder where’s a better job than… And chocolate drops and sugar buns… And who has every day to face a fi… Than buying frills and furbelows f… Oh, you may brag how much you know…
Vacation time! How glad it seemed When as a boy I sat and dreamed Above my school books, of the fun That I should claim when toil was… And, Oh, how oft my youthful eye
“When shall I be a man?” he said, As I was putting him to bed. “How many years will have to be Before Time makes a man of me? And will I be a man when I
Some folks I know, when friends d… To visit for awhile and chin, Just lead them round the rooms and… And show them pictures on their wa… And point to rugs and tapestries
I would rather be the daddy Of a romping, roguish crew, Of a bright-eyed chubby laddie And a little girl or two, Than the monarch of a nation
Old women say that men don’t know The pain through which all mothers… And maybe that is true, and yet I vow I never shall forget The night he came. I suffered, to…
Last night I stood in a tawdry pl… And watched the ways of the human… I looked at a party of shrieking g… Piled on a table that whirls and w… And saw them thrown in a tangled h…
There isn’t any pay for you, you s… The boys who tramp the fields with… And yet your pay is richer far tha… For in a dozen different ways your… You’ll read it in the faces of a…
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…
Life is a struggle for peace, A longing for rest, A hope for the battles to cease, A dream for the best; And he is not living who stays
Oh, we have shipped his Christmas… And he shall find the things he li… But he must miss the kisses true a… And he must miss the smiles of hom… He’ll spend his Christmas 'neath…
THE little old-fashioned church,… Where the sunbeams to worship came… And the choir was composed of the… The little old-fashioned church th… With its plain, wooden cross on th…
The good old-fashioned mothers and… With their good old-fashioned lass… Still walk the lanes of loving in… As they used to do back yonder in… They dwell in every city and they…
‘Some day,’ says Ma, 'I’m goin’ t… A party dress all trimmed with jet… An’ hire a seamstress in, an’ she Is goin’ to fit it right on me; An’ then, when I’m invited out
