Only a dad, with a tired face, Coming home from the daily race, Bringing little of gold or fame, To show how well he has played the… But glad in his heart that his own…

I’m standing at my lathe all day And this is what I hear it say: ‘The best of you, the best of me Are needed now across the sea. We do not hear the cannon roar,

I DO not care to wait until the h… Before I say what’s in my heart,… I’d rather say: ‘How glad I am to… Than stand and say 'how glad I wa… I’d rather shout: ‘how good you ar…

If it’s wrong to believe in the la… And to pray for Our Flag to the g… If it’s wrong to believe that Our… That honor’s her standard, and tru… If placing her first in our prayer…

She was gentle, she was true, And her tender eyes of blue Seemed to mock the morning sunbeam… And the starlight of the night; And her laughter seemed to trill

Don’t want medals on my breast, Don’t want all the glory, I’m not worrying greatly lest The world won’t hear my story. A chance to dream beside a stream

He spent what he made, or he gave… Tried to save money, and would for… Started a bank-account time an’ ag… Got a hundred or so for a nest egg… Some fellow that needed it more th…

There’s a heap of pent-up goodness in the yellow bantam corn, And I sort o’ like to linger round a berry patch at morn; Oh, the Lord has set our table

The bright spots in my life are wh… Although that grim disturbance bri… The week between the old girl’s’ r… Is one that’s filled with happines… The charm of living’s back again—a…

I care not who the man may be, Nor how his tasks may fret him, Nor where he fares, nor how his ca… And troubles may beset him, If books have won the love of him,

We have wandered afar in our hunti… We have scorned the soul’s duty to… We have lived for our laughter and… And paid little heed to the soul’s… But light were the burdens that fr…

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…

SHE wants to go unto the shore, And pack her trunk With gowns no one has seen before, And all such junk. But I would seek some far off pla…

She is fair to see and sweet, Dainty from her head to feet, Modest, as her blushing shows, Happy, as her smiles disclose, And the young man at her side

Days are gettin’ shorter an’ the a… Apples now are droppin’ into Moth… The mist at dusk is risin’ over va… An’ it’s just as plain as sunshine… The turkeys now are struttin’ roun…