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There’s a bump on his brow and a s… That is plainly the stain of his t… At his neck there’s a glorious sun… The bronze of his happiest years. Oh, he’s battered and bruised at t…
Little women, little men, Childhood never comes again. Live it gaily while you may; Give your baby souls to play; March to sound of stick and pan,
He has not served who gathers gold… Nor has he served, whose life is t… In selfish battles he has won, Or deeds of skill that he has done… But he has served who now and then
Thankful for the glory of the old… and Blue, For the spirit of America that st… and true, For the laughter of our children a…
IT’S HO for the holly and laught… It 's ho for the mistletoe bough i… Was ever a season so jolly as this… No, this is the jolliest one of th… The season of loving and giving an…
SOMEBODY spoke a cheering word… Somebody praised his labor, And something deep in his soul was… That night he smiled at his neighb… He kissed his wife with a hearty s…
Does the grouch get richer quicker… Can the grumbler labor better than… Is the mean and churlish neighbor… Who shouts a glad ‘good morning,’… Just stop and think about it. Ha…
To gentle ways I am inclined; I have no wish to kill. To creatures dumb I would be kind… I like them all, but still Right now I think I’d like to be
Things mostly happen for the best. However hard it seems to-day, When some fond plan has gone astra… Or what you’ve wished for most is… An’ you sit countin’ up the cost
When I was but a little lad, my o… That none should wind the clock bu… He’d fumble for the curious key ke… And set aside that little task ent… In time Grandfather passed away,…
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,
To serve my country day by day At any humble post I may; To honor and respect her flag, To live the traits of which I bra… To be American in deed
OUT in the open, the wide sky abo… And the green meadows stretched at… Out in the open, midst scenes that… Where the rest hour is soothing an… Out in the country, where nature’s…
THE way to make friends is as eas… As breathing the fresh morning air… It isn’t an art to be studied Alone by the men who can spare The time from their every day labo…
Oh, little girl with eyes of brown And smiles that fairly light the t… I wonder if you really know Just why it is we love you so, And why– with all the little girls