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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,…
You needn’t be rich to be happy, You needn’t be famous to smile; There are joys for the poorest of… If only he’ll think them worth whi… There are blue skies and sunshine…
When Pa came home last night he h… Now Ma,' said he, 'I’ve something… A friend of mine got home today fr… He’s been away a week or two, and… He had a corking string of birds,…
Promotion comes to him who sticks Unto his work and never kicks, Who watches neither clock nor sun To tell him when his task is done; Who toils not by a stated chart,
I sometimes wonder when I read th… If I shall wear that look of care… My little boy is five years old an… My little boy is home with me; his… And I can laugh and dance with li…
The things that make a soldier gre… To face the flaming cannon’s mouth… Are lilacs by a little porch, the… The peonies and pansies, too, the… The grass plot where his children…
IT was thick with Prussian troope… Every tree that cast a shadow was… Death was guarding every roadway,… And behind each rise of terrain wa… But Uncle Sam’s Marines had orde…
All things grow lovely in a little… The brush of memory paints a canva… The dead face through the ages wea… And glorious becomes accomplished… There’s nothing ugly that can live…
Way out in the woods there are bro… By the light of a candle, in Gree… And in far away places are thousan… Who several languages speak. I have sat near a stove in a queer…
Laughter sort o’ settles breakfast… Found it, somehow in my travels, c… When the hired help have riled me… An’ I’m bilin’ mad an’ cussin’ an… If the calf gets me to laughin’ wh…
A convalescin’ woman does the stra… An’ it’s wonderful the courage tha… O, it’s never safe to leave her fo… Or you’ll find th’ doctor’s good w… There’s that wife o’ mine, I reck…
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…
I have to live with myself and so I want to be fit for myself to kno… I want to be able as days go by, always to look myself straight in… I don’t want to stand with the set…
The dreams of youth are fairest, The dreams of youth are rarest; The dreams of youth are brighter Than the dreams we’ll know again. Hope is the fairy weaver
My father knows the proper way The nation should be run; He tells us children every day Just what should now be done. He knows the way to fix the trusts…