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The children bring us laughter, an… They string our joys, like jewels… They bring the bitterest cares we… Then smile our world to loveliness… The children make us what we are;…
My Pa can hit his thumbnail with… He can cut himself while shaving a… If a ladder slips beneath him an’… He can smile as though he really d… But the pan beneath the ice-box—wh…
LAUGHTER and song and mirth, Roses that drip with dew, These are the joys of earth; Sunshine and skies of blue, Children that romp and play,
Be a friend. You don’t need money… Just a disposition sunny; Just the wish to help another Get along some way or other; Just a kindly hand extended
You never hear the robins brag abo… Nor do they stop their music gay w… God taught them how to sing an’ wh… To use their talents day by day th… An’ rich or poor an’ sad or gay, t…
I See You’ve Travelled Some Wherever you may chance to be '… Far away in foreign lands; or just… It always gives you pleasure, it m… Just to hear
Looks as though a cyclone hit him’ Can’t buy clothes that seem to fit… An’ his cheeks are rough like leat… Made for standin’ any weather. Outwards he was fashioned plainly,
I don’t see why Pa likes him so, And seems so glad to have him come… He jabs my ribs and wants to know If here and there it’s hurting som… He holds my wrist, coz there are t…
He’s taken out his papers, an’ he’… He’s sworn to love the Stars and… An’ he’s done with dukes an’ princ… An’ he’s pledged himself to freedo… He’s bought himself a bit of groun…
Gettin’ together to smile an’ rejo… An’ eatin’ an’ laughin’ with folks… An’ kissin’ the girls an’ declarin… Are growin’ more beautiful day aft… Chattin’ an’ braggin’ a bit with t…
HERE’S to the men who laugh In the face of grim despair, Who gather the tares and chaff But sow with a cheerful air. Here’s to the smiling men
The roses are bedded for winter, t… The robins and martins have left u… The garden seems solemnly silent,… And I feel like a lonely old fell… All summer I’ve hovered about the…
If you would know a happy man, Go find the fellow who Has had a bout with trouble grim And just come smiling through. The load is off his shoulders now,
IT’S one o’ my idees that men ain… They ain’t all built fer ploughin’… An’ they ain’t all made fer battli… There must be some of us on earth… Leastwise it strikes me that way—i…
Good books are friendly things to… If you are busy they will wait. They will not call you on the phon… Or wake you if the hour is late. They stand together row by row,