Pinker than the roses that enrich… Splashing in the bath tub or just… Nothing in the skies above or eart… As fascinating to me as a baby’s l… Every toe a rosebud, on a chubby,…

Strange thoughts come to the man a… ’Tis then, if ever, he talks with… And views himself as a single clod In the soil of life where the soul… ’Tis then he questions the why and…

He doesn’t care that I’m not rich… Or that I’m poorly dressed, That I’m a toiler in the ditch He hasn’t even guessed. My faults that other people know

When day is done and the night sli… And I’ve turned my back on the bu… And come once more to the welcome… Where the roses nod and the childr… I tell myself as I see them smile

Little lady at the altar, Vowing by God’s book and psalter To be faithful, fond and true Unto him who stands by you, Think not that romance is ended,

He isn’t long on speeches. At the… Could name a dozen places where he… He’s not one for fuss and feathers… But he’s busy every minute when he… And you’ll find him in the open, f…

Show me the boy who never threw A stone at someone’s cat, Or never hurled a snowball swift At someone’s high silk hat— Who never ran away from school,

If I had hatred in my heart towar… If I were pressed to do him ill,… To wound him sorely and to rob his… I’d wish his wife would go away an… I’d waste no time on curses vague,…

LITTLE Miss Laugh-a-Lot, Saucy the way you’ve got, Dancing with glee are the bright e… Lips like the red, red rose, Cunning, your little nose,

Joy stands on the hilltops, Beckoning to me, Urging me to journey Up where I can see Blue skies ever smiling,

There is no music quite so sweet As patter of a baby’s feet. Who never hears along the hall The sound of tiny feet that fall Upon the floor so soft and low

rose unto the bights of fame And with the great men stood, He heard the people cheer his name And speak of him as good. Success at last he had attained

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

Not somewhere in America, but eve… Where snow-crowned mountains hold… the vales where children play, Beside the bench and whirring lath… lake and stream

Time was when spring returned we w… To find another home to rent; We wanted fresher, cleaner walls, And bigger rooms and wider halls, And open plumbing and the dome