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There never comes a lonely day but… Of those who used to walk with us… We seldom miss the earthly great’t… But, as the years go racing by, we… The chair wherein he used to sit r…
IF LIFE were rosy and skies wer… And never a cloud appeared, If every heart that you loved prov… And never a friendship seared; If there were no troubles to fret…
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,
It’s good to have the trees again,… It’s good to see the lilacs bloom… It’s good that we can feel again t… For hearts and minds, of sorrow no… The roses haven’t changed a bit, n…
The skies are blue and the sun is… and the grass is green and soft And the old charm’s back in the ap… and it calls a boy aloft; And the same low voice that the ol…
I’ve tried the high-toned speciali… I’ve heard the throat man whisper… I’ve sat in fancy offices and wait… And paid for fifteen minutes what… But while these scientific men are…
Last night Pa said to Ma: 'My de… It’s time I did a little job I do… I wisht 'at I was rich enough to… The dirty work around this house a… But since I’m not, I’m truly glad…
Down to work o’ mornings, an’ back… Down to hours o’ labor, an’ home t… Down to care an’ trouble, an’ home… With every day a good one, an’ eve… Down to dreary dollars, an’ back t…
When we’ve honored the heroes retu… When we’ve mourned for the heroes… When we’ve done all we can for the… Who stood to the shot and the shel… Let us all keep in mind those who…
When mother sleeps, a slamming doo… Disturbs her not at all; A man might walk across the floor Or wander through the hall A pistol shot outside would not
Are you fond of your wife and your… So is the other fellow. Do you crave pleasures for them to… So does the other fellow. Does your heart rejoice when your…
Old-fashioned flowers! I love the… The morning-glories on the wall, The pansies in their patch of shad… The violets, stolen from a glade, The bleeding hearts and columbine,
I sink my piers to the solid rock, And I send my steel to the sky, And I pile up the granite, block… Full twenty stories high; Nor wind nor weather shall wash aw…
It’s bedtime, and we lock the door… Put out the lights– the day is o’e… All that can come of good or ill, The record of this day to fill, Is written down; the worries cease…
It’s funny 'bout a feller’s hat– He can’t remember where it’s at, Or where he took it off, or when, The time he’s wantin’ it again. He knows just where he leaves his…