DO you know why men dig ditches And why others till the soil? Do you know why men seek riches, And each morn go out to toil? It’s because at home there’s waiti…

Often as we watched her there From our lips there fell this pray… ‘God, give us the pain to bear! Let us suffer in her place, Take the anguish from her face,

The lady what comes up to our hous… Is awfully poor, an’ she’s got Three babies t’ care for, an’ that… An’ that’s why she worries a lot. An’ Ma says her husband don’t hel…

I might have been rich if I’d wan… I’ve made. I might have had fame if I’d soug… purposely played. Now I’m standing to-day on the fa…

Last night I caught him on his kn… And oh, the guilty look he wore, a… When I, pretending to be cross, s… game?’ As if, back in the long ago, I ha…

Old-fashioned letters! How good t… And nobody writes them now; Never at all comes in the scrawl On the written pages which told us… The news of town and the folks we…

There is too much of sighing, and… Of pitiful tales of despair. There is too much of wailing and g… And too much of railing at care. There is far too much glorificatio…

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…

I look into the faces of the peopl… The glad ones and the sad ones, an… And I wonder why the sorrow or th… But the pale and weary faces are t… I saw a face this morning, and tim…

’Twas hard to think that he must g… We knew that we should miss him so… We thought that he must always sta… Beside us, laughing, day by day; That he must never know the care

Once there was a boy who never Tore his clothes, or hardly ever, Never made his sister mad, Never whipped fer bein’ bad, Never scolded by his Ma,

She never closed her eyes in sleep… On party nights till we came home… We little thought about it then, w… How much the mother worried when w… We only knew she never slept when…

Cliffs of Scotland, guard them we… Shield them from the blizzard’s ra… Let your granite towers tell That those sleeping heroes fell In the service of their age.