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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
Old-fashioned letters! How good t… And nobody writes them now; Never at all comes in the scrawl On the written pages which told us… The news of town and the folks we…
Trouble is an exerciser Sent us by a Wisdom wiser Than the mind of man possesses. Doubts and dangers and distresses Come not purposely to best us,
H’if a Yankee cutthroat ’acks ’… H’it tykes a year to pack 'im h’… ’E can h’always dig h’up some h’ex… To keep your justice creepin’ like… But h’in H’England, h’if a bloke…
OUR children are our monuments, The little ones we leave behind, If they are good and brave and kin… And labor here with true intents, Our lives and work perpetuate
SINCE I have done my best, I do Not fear the outcome; here I stan… Prepared for judgment when men vie… The labor of my heart and hand. If good, then happy I shall be,
’Twas hard to think that he must g… We knew that we should miss him so… We thought that he must always sta… Beside us, laughing, day by day; That he must never know the care
SOMETIMES when they are tucked… And talks about each curly head, a… She tells about the fun they’ve ha… Recalls the bright things that the… Each morning is a pleasure new, an…
BEHIND full many a gift there l… A splendid tale of sacrifice. On Christmas morn a mother’s hand About a young girl’s neck will pla… A trinket small, and she will stan…
The roses are bedded for winter, t… The robins and martins have left u… The garden seems solemnly silent,… And I feel like a lonely old fell… All summer I’ve hovered about the…
His room is as it used to be Before he went away, The walls still keep the pennants… Brought home but yesterday. The picture of his baseball team
Some have the gift of song and som… Some have the gift of leadership a… And fame and wealth reward their f… told, But in good time their favorites g…
The gentle hand of women folks Keeps this old world in line, It smooths away our bits of care And makes the struggle fine. It turns to blue our skies of gray…
The other night 'bout two o’clock,… An elephant with shining tusks cam… His trunk was wavin’ in the air an… An’ he was out to eat me up, but s… Or let him see that I was scared…
This I think as I go my way: What can matter the words I say, And what can matter the false or t… Of any deed I am moved to do? This I think as I go along: