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Life has its ups and downs, Its fair and cloudy weather, But this you’ll find, my friend, They never come together.
fight worth while on this good old… Isn’t the fight for a hoard of gol… It isn’t the fight to increase you… In stocks and bonds and things to… It isn’t the fight for a higher pl…
One never knows How far a word of kindness goes; One never sees How far a smile of friendship flee… Down, through the years,
“BUSINESS is business,' he sai… As he gave me short weight in my p… ‘In business there isn’t much sent… Said he, as he charged me the extr… ‘Once I trusted a friend and he d…
Troubles? Sure I’ve lots of them, Got ‘em heaped up by the score, Got ’em baled and bundled up, Got ‘em hid behind the door. Got ’em young and got ‘em old,
TODAY is mine. Tomorrow may not… Next week, next year, I may not l… This hour I have. It is enough fo… To make by smiles, or mar by being… And so I strive to live this one…
I am eager once more to feel easy, I’m weary of thinking of dress; I’m heartily sick of stiff collars… And trousers the tailor must press… I’m eagerly waiting the glad days—
There is sorrow in the household; There’s a grief too hard to bear; There’s a little cheek that’s tear… There’s a sobbing baby there. And try how we will to comfort,
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…
DOWN the lanes of apple bloom, w… Down the pathways rosy red trip th… Love and laughter lead us on, ligh… June is smiling on us now, bidding… Sun-kissed now are maiden’s curls,…
’Tis a little old house with a squ… And a porch that seems made for ju… In the yard is a group of geranium… And a glorious old-fashioned peony… Petunias and pansies and larkspurs…
UNDER a tree where the breezes b… There is the spot that it’s good t… With the children bronzed by the… Bubbling with laughter and wholeso… And I gather them round—all the h…
WHEN I was but a little tad I u… Tell friends about the good old da… My dear old kindly gran’dad, too,… When he was in his twenties, and c… The burden of their song always wa…
The job will not make you, my boy; The job will not bring you to fame Or riches or honor or joy Or add any weight to your name. You may fail or succeed where you…
WHAT of the glories after death, When this frail form gives up its… Why do we strive to understand The Future when the Now’s at hand… What matters it to you and me