The world is full of gladness, There are joys of many kinds, There’s a cure for every sadness, That each troubled mortal finds. And my little cares grow lighter

I reckon the finest sight of all That a man can see in this world o… Ain’t the works of art on the gall… Or the red an’ white o’ the fust s… Or a hoard o’ gold from the yellow…

UP and down the lanes of love, With the bright blue skies above, And the grass beneath our feet, O, so green and O, so sweet! There we wandered boy and girl,

There are a thousand ways to cheat… There are ways uncounted to lose t… And whether you live by the sweat… dressed, You shall stand at last, when your…

I ALWAYS think of mother, when The lilac tree’s in bloom, It seems her soul comes back again Upon its sweet perfume. And every opal spire that sways

IT was thick with Prussian troope… Every tree that cast a shadow was… Death was guarding every roadway,… And behind each rise of terrain wa… But Uncle Sam’s Marines had orde…

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

Little mother, life’s adventure ca… Yet he will return to you on some… Dry your tears and cease to sigh,… Brave and strong he will come back… Little mother, heed them not—they…

Time was the cry went round the wo… America for freedom speaks, A new flag is to-day unfurled, An eagle on the mountain shrieks, A king is failing on his throne,

The miser thinks he’s living when… The soldier calls it living when h… The sailor thinks it living to be… And upon this very subject no two… But I hold to the opinion, as I w…

The officers’ friend is the waiter… In the night air ’twas cold and wa… And they asked me to dine, which… For at dining I’ve talents I neve… Then a bright-eyed young fellow ca…

For strength to face the battle’s… For men that dare to die for right… For hearts above the lure of gold And fortune’s soft and pleasant wa… For courage of our days of old,

Their childhood is so brief that w… Should hesitate to spoil their fun… We should be very slow to see The things that they should not ha… For such a little while they play

The patter of rain on the roof, The glint of the sun on the rose; Of life, these the warp and the wo… The weaving that everyone knows. Now grief with its consequent tear…

Mothers dream such splendid dreams… Dreams of wondrous deeds they’ll d… Every mother of a boy knows that i… One who some day will arise splend… Mothers sing their babes to sleep,…