June is here, the month of roses,… Weaving garlands for our lassies,… Painting scenes of gorgeous splend… Changing scenes from early morning… June is here, the month of blossom…

IT isn’t the blue in the skies, Nor the song of the whispering tre… The light in a fair maiden’s eyes, My joy is far greater than these; You will pardon my arrogance pleas…

The choir we had in Pixley wasn’t… But today if I could hear it I wo… There warn’t a singer in it that c… To study with the masters and to l… There warn’t no variations, warn’t…

I wish I was a poet like the men… The poems that we have to learn on… I’d write of things that children… An’ when the kids recited them the… If I’d been born a Whittier, inst…

God made the little boys for fun,… He made their little legs to run a… He made them strong for climbing t… drums, And filled them full of revelries…

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

The children bring us laughter, an… They string our joys, like jewels… They bring the bitterest cares we… Then smile our world to loveliness… The children make us what we are;…

I SING the family party that onc… The old time family parties we gav… When every near-relation and dista… The married ones with children, A… The grandpas and the grandmas, yes…

Ain’t no use as I can see In sittin’ underneath a tree An’ growlin’ that your luck is bad… An’ that your life is extry sad; Your life ain’t sadder than your n…

It’s coming time for planting in t… Where the lad and I made merry as… The sun is getting higher, and the… And I’m hungry for the garden, an… But it’s tramp, tramp, tramp,

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,

The dreams of youth are fairest, The dreams of youth are rarest; The dreams of youth are brighter Than the dreams we’ll know again. Hope is the fairy weaver

There’s nothing cheers a fellow up… A handclasp and an honest smile th… And when at friendly doors you rin… From all life’s doubts to hear the… see you!’

Who shall sit at the table, then,… of peace are made– The wisest men of the troubled lan… silver and gold brocade? Yes, they shall gather in solemn s…

I’m sorry for a fellow if he canno… In a grate fire’s friendly flaming… If in quiet contemplation of a che… He sees nothing there recalling al… Then his mind is dead to fancy and…