The house is as it was when she wa… There’s nothing changed at all abo… The books she loved to read are wa… As if to-morrow they would see her… Her room remains the way it used t…

I’M for the happy man every time, The man who smiles as he goes his… Whether he’s up or whether he’s do… I ‘m for the man with a grin, I s… I ’m for the man who can bear his…

They come to my room at the break… With their faces all smiles and th… They come on their tip-toes and si… To the edge of the bed where I’m… And then at a signal, on which the…

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

If only I were Santa Claus and y… I’d find the chimney to your heart… On Christmas Eve when all was sti… Much like your Santa Claus of old… And in the pack upon my back all s…

The joy of life is living it, or s… In finding shackles on your wrists… In seeing wrongs and righting them… Then toiling till the vision is as… The happiest mortal on the earth i…

There ain’t the joy in foreign ski… An’ friendliness o’ foreign folks… An’ far-off landscapes with their… As jes’ that little patch o’ green… It’s good to feel a stranger’s han…

If I had youth I’d bid the world… I’d answer every challenge to my w… And though the silent mountains sh… I’d try to make them subject to my… I’d keep my dreams and follow wher…

Somebody wants a new bonnet to wea… Somebody wants a new dress; Somebody needs a new bow for her h… And never the wanting grows less. Oh, this is the reason I labor ea…

They say we must not hate, nor fig… I’ve thought it over many a solemn… And cannot mildly view the man or… That has no thought, save only to… I cannot love the creature drunk w…

I like to see the flowers grow, To see the pansies in a row; I think a well-kept garden’s fine, And wish that such a one were mine… But one can’t have a stock of flow…

The little church of Long Ago, wh… With mother in the family pew and… How I would like to see it now th… The straight-backed pews, the pulp… Dressed stiffly. in their Sunday…

Show me the boy who never threw A stone at someone’s cat, Or never hurled a snowball swift At someone’s high silk hat— Who never ran away from school,

“NEVER again,' said Mrs. Green,… ‘Never again will I think one hou… Never again will I go away with a… I’ve had a month of that game this… ‘I fried the fish and I stood all…

Love Truth went forth on a search one d… I For the source of love that he… He had found its depth and its bre… He met a miser, bent and old,