I do not ask a store of wealth, Nor special gift of power; I hope always for strength and hea… To brave each troubled hour. But life would be distinctly good,

To do your little bit of toil, To play life’s game with head erec… To stoop to nothing that would soi… Your honor or your self-respect; To win what gold and fame you can,

If this were all of life we’ll kno… If this brief space of breath Were all there is to human toil, If death were really death, And never should the soul arise

When he was only nine months old, And plump and round and pink of ch… A joy to tickle and to hold, Before he’d even learned to speak, His gentle mother used to say:

Sittin’ on the porch at night when… Just restin’ there an’ talkin’, wi… An’ my shirt band thrown wide open… Oh, it’s then I’m at my richest,… For the scent of early roses seems…

Wherever you may chance to be—wher… Far away in foreign lands; or just… It always gives you pleasure, it m… Just to hear The words of cheer,

The men are talking peace at ‘ome,… There’s many a little debt we’ve g… A sniper sent a bullet through my… And ’is body’s lying somewhere h’o… Oh, we 'ear a lot of rumors that t…

Got a sliver in my hand An’ it hurt t’ beat the band, An’ got white around it, too; Then the first thing that I knew It was all swelled up, an’ Pa

I’m standing at my lathe all day And this is what I hear it say: ‘The best of you, the best of me Are needed now across the sea. We do not hear the cannon roar,

Old years and new years, all blend… The best of what there is to be, t… Let’s bury all the failures in the… And keep the smiles of friendship… Old years and new years, life’s in…

Pete bristles when the doorbell ri… Last night he didn’t act the same. Dogs have a way of knowin’ things, An’ when the dreaded cable came, He looked at mother an’ he whined

Oh, some shall stand in glory’s li… And many a mother there shall say,… But I shall stand in silence then… For I must answer at the last tha… When all this age shall pass away,…

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…

Don’t worry, little girl, Don’t you let one golden curl Get awry. Don’t you ever let appear E’en the symbol of a tear

If we were all alike, what a dread… No one would know which one was yo… We’d never have a 'Skinny’ or a '… An’ there wouldn’t be a sissy boy… An’ we’d all of us be pitchers whe…