Get off your downy cots of ease, There’s work that must be done. Great danger’s riding on the seas. The storm is coming on. Don’t think that it will quickly p…

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…

It’s funny when a feller wants to… And wants to wear a uniform and lu… And ain’t afraid of submarines nor… They will not let him go along to… They make him stay at home and be…

Home was never home before, Till the baby came. Love no golden jewels wore, Till the baby came. There was joy, but now it seems

There’s a battered old drum on the… And a Teddy bear sleeps in my cha… There’s a doll carriage barring th… Ah, it’s weeks since she trundled… There are building blocks strewn i…

RECKON when our days are done And God takes up our record sheet… Our little failings He will view, And gaze at us with kindly smile, And maybe say: ‘I see that you

YE HO, for a sight of the land t… And her flag floating high on the… Ye ho, for a sight of her blue ski… And the wonderful green of her tre… For my heart’s beating now with ex…

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…

We’ve got another mouth to feed, From out our little store; To satisfy another’s need Is now my daily chore. A growing family is ours,

I’ve trod the links with many a ma… And played him club for club; ’Tis scarce a year since I began And I am still a dub. But this I’ve noticed as we stray…

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…

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…

The patter of rain on the roof, The glint of the sun on the rose; Of life, these the warp and the wo… The weaving that everyone knows. Now grief with its consequent tear…

‘Dear Father,’ he wrote me from S… Where he’s waiting with Pershing… ‘There’s little the censor permits… Save the fact that I’m here and a… The French people cheered as we m…

I WONDER what the trees will sa… The trees that used to share his p… An’ knew him as the little lad Who used to wander with his dad. They’ve watched him grow from year…