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Lord, make me tolerant and wise; Incline my ears to hear him throug… Let him not stand with downcast ey… Fearing to trust me and be true. Instruct me so that I may know
What We Can Be We cannot all be men of fame, We cannot all be men of wealth, We cannot all be known by name, We cannot all have perfect health,
It’s ‘be a good boy, Willie,’ And it’s ‘run away and play, For Santa Claus is coming With his reindeer and his sleigh.’ It’s 'mind what mother tells you,
Been down to the art museum an’ lo… The bodies of ancient mummies an’… An’ some of the walls were lovely,… But all had a rail around 'em, an’… Now maybe an art museum needs guar…
Some folks leave home for money And some leave home for fame, Some seek skies always sunny, And some depart in shame. I care not what the reason
I reckon the finest sight of all That a man can see in this world o… Ain’t the works of art on the gall… Or the red an’ white o’ the fust s… Or a hoard o’ gold from the yellow…
We was speakin’ of folks, jes’ com… An’ we come to this conclusion, That wherever they be, on land or… They warm to a home allusion; That under the skin an’ under the…
I would not be too wise– so very w… That I must sneer at simple songs… And let the glare of wisdom blind… To humble people and their humble… I would not care to climb so high…
YOURS is the loser’s part to pla… For you the goal is far away And never to be gained. It is your lot to stand and see The golden apples on life’s tree
IT is well enough to cheer for th… It is fine to praise the brother w… But don’t keep your kind words alw… For the boy who really needs them… Give a cheer when men deserve it,…
MEBBE I shall weep tomorrow, Mebbe I shall lose my job, Mebbe bowed in grief and sorrow I shall sit alone and sob. Mebbe trouble grim is comin’,
A friend is one who stands to shar… Your every touch of grief and care… He comes by chance, but stays by c… Your praises he is quick to voice. No grievous fault or passing whim
’Tis better to have tried in vain, Sincerely striving for a goal, Than to have lived upon the plain An idle and a timid soul. ’Tis better to have fought and spe…
When the umpire calls you out, It’s no use to stamp and shout, Wildly kicking dust about— Play the game! And though his decision may
It’s a bigger thing you’re doing t… We have lived the days of pleasure… And upon your manly shoulders fall… Yours must be the sacrifices of th… Oh, I don’t know how to say it, b…