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Rough be the road and long, Steep be the hills ahead, Grant that my faith be strong, Fearlessly let me tread. After the day’s hard test
I’ve told about the times that Ma… And how we have to hustle round fo… But there’s another care we know t… I guess it happens easily a dozen… It starts when first the postman t…
The dead friends live and always w… Their presence hovers round us sti… It seems to me they come to share Each joy or sorrow that we bear. Among the living I can feel
THE man of his word met a maid on… I The fine art of swimming he off… If she ‘d go with him in the water… She sighed and said: ’ Mister, if… You must promise me faithfully her…
Adown the lanes of memory bloom al… And looking back we smile to see l… The little sprigs of mignonette th… The pansy and the violet, too swee… The gentle mother by the door care…
Most every night when they’re in b… And both their little prayers have… They shout for me to come upstairs And tell them tales of gypsies bol… And eagles with the claws that hol…
‘They tie you down,’ a woman said, Whose cheeks should have been flam… With shame to speak of children so… ‘When babies come you cannot go In search of pleasure with your fr…
If you would rise above the throng And seek the crown of fame, You must do more than drift along And merely play the game. Whatever path your feet may tread,
I have no wish, my little lad, To climb the towering heights of f… I am content to be your dad And share with you each pleasant g… I am content to hold your hand
The Summer girl In peek-a-boos And open hose And narrow shoes, Now trips along
EVERY gentle breeze that’s blowi… For it penetrates my armor in its… Though I strive each day to shun… For it whispers of enchantments th… Every moment it’s inviting me to g…
Whenever I walk through God’s Ac… I wonder how often the mute voices… ‘I will do a kind deed or will lig… Or rise to a sacrifice splendid– t… I wonder how many fine thoughts un…
Nine passed him by with a hasty lo… Each bent on his eager way; One glance at him was the most the… “Somebody stuck,” said they; But it never occurred to the nine…
When something or other has made h… His rattle he throws on the floor; The times he is good and the times… His rattle he throws on the floor. When there is a smile on his pink…
Never a sigh for the cares that sh… Never a thought of the joys that f… Her one regret that she couldn’t d… Thoughtless and selfish, her Mast… Oh, the long nights that she came…