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The rich may pay for orchids rare,… Flings out its blossoms to the wor… And all who sigh for loveliness ma… And claim a richer beauty than man… The blooming cherry trees are free…
Forgotten petty difference now, The larger purpose glows, The storm is here, a common fear Its deadly lightning shows. The Ship of State must bear us al…
Comes in flying from the street; 'Where’s Mamma?’ Friend or stranger thus he’ll gree… 'Where’s Mamma?’ Doesn’t want to say hello,
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,
‘You’re spoiling them!' the mother… When I give way to weepy eyes And let them do the things they wi… Like cleaning up the jelly dish, Or finishing the chocolate cake,
You ought to be fine for the sake… Who think you are fine. If others have faith in you doubly… To stick to the line. It’s not only on you that dishonor…
Curly locks, what do you know of t… And what do your brown eyes see? Has your baby mind been able to fi… One thread of the mystery? Do you know of the sorrow and pain…
It needed just an extra turn to ma… A few more minutes on the job and… But he begrudged the extra turn, a… The man was back for more repairs… Two men there are in every place,…
It may be I’m old-fashioned, but… Are not the splendid parties with… And the music tuned for dancing an… With a paid comedian’s antics or a… But the quiet times of friendship,…
I did not argue with the man, It seemed a waste of words. He gave to chance the wondrous pla… That gave sweet song to birds. He gave to force the wisdom wise
When the burden grows heavy, and r… When you falter and slip, and it i… And your best doesn’t measure to w… When you know in your heart that y… With the odds all against you, the…
HE has not lived in vain If men can say When he has passed away: “He labored not for gain.’ If one can truly say:
He wiped his shoes before his door… But ere he entered he did more; ’Twas not enough to cleanse his fe… Of dirt they’d gathered in the str… He stood and dusted off his mind
Last year he wanted building block… And picture books and toys, A saddle horse that gayly rocks, And games for little boys. But now he’s big and all that stuf…
I’m not the man to say that failur… Nor tell a chap to laugh when thin… I know it hurts to have to take de… An’ no one likes to lose before a… It isn’t very pleasant not to win