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When will the laughter ring again… Not till the soldiers come home ag… When will the holly gleam again an… Not till the swords are sheathed o… When will happy hearts meet again…
You can rig up a house with all ma… The prayer rugs of sultans and pri… You can hang on its wall the old t… Which some dead Egyptian once tre… But though costly and gorgeous its…
I wish I was a poet like the men… The poems that we have to learn on… I’d write of things that children… An’ when the kids recited them the… If I’d been born a Whittier, inst…
Little girlie, kneeling there, Speaking low your evening prayer, In your cunning little nightie With your pink toes peeping throug… With your eyes closed and your han…
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…
The world is full of gladness, There are joys of many kinds, There’s a cure for every sadness, That each troubled mortal finds. And my little cares grow lighter
My Pa says that he used to be A bright boy in geography; An’ when he went to school he knew The rivers an’ the mountains, too, An’ all the capitals of states
My land is where the kind folks ar… And where the friends are true, Where comrades brave will travel f… Some kindly deed to do. My land is where the smiles are br…
Who once has had a friend has foun… The link 'twixt mortal and divine; Though now he sleeps in hallowed g… He lives in memory’s sacred shrine… And there he freely moves about,
‘Oh, if only I had known!’ Said the keeper of the inn. ‘But no hint to me was shown, And I didn’t let them in. ‘Yes, a star gleamed overhead,
There’s a twinkle in her eye, O, so merry! O, so sly! That you never see the wrinkles in… She’s so full of fun and play That you never see the gray
Who has a troop of romping youth About his parlour floor, Who nightly hears a round of cheer… When he is at the door, Who is attacked on every side
It takes a heap o’ livin’ in a hou… home, A heap o’ sun an’ shadder, an’ ye… have t’ roam Afore ye really 'preciate the thin…
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
Apples on the table an’ the grate-… Oh, I’m sure the whole world hasn… The Mother sittin’ mendin’ little… An’ tellin’ all that’s happened th… Oh, I don’t know how to say it, b…