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If this were all of life we’ll kno… If this brief space of breath Were all there is to human toil, If death were really death, And never should the soul arise
If I were running a factory I’d stick up a sign for all to see… I’d print it large and I’d nail i… On every wall that the men walked… And I’d have it carry this senten…
A LITTLE more of loving, a litt… A little more of sunshine, a littl… A little more of friendship, a lit… These are what we 're wanting to m… A little more of laughter and fewe…
We are done with little thinking a… We are done with petty conduct and… We have grown to men and women, an… And to-day we are a people with a… In a big way we must labor, if our…
‘How much do babies cost?’ said he The other night upon my knee; And then I said: ‘They cost a lot… A lot of watching by a cot, A lot of sleepless hours and care,
The country needs a man like you, It has a task for you to do. It has a job for you to face. Somewhere for you it has a place. Not all the slackers dodge the wor…
Oh, we have friends in England, a… And should we have to travel there… Undaunted we should sail away, and… Because awaiting us would be someb… Full many a journey here we make w…
This I think as I go my way: What can matter the words I say, And what can matter the false or t… Of any deed I am moved to do? This I think as I go along:
I’M for the happy man every time, The man who smiles as he goes his… Whether he’s up or whether he’s do… I ‘m for the man with a grin, I s… I ’m for the man who can bear his…
Some have the gift of song and som… Some have the gift of leadership a… And fame and wealth reward their f… told, But in good time their favorites g…
AIRY, fairy Lillian, What a naughty thing to do, By noon had read a Laura Libbey paper novel through. By four o’clock another
So long as men shall be on earth There will be tasks for them to do… Some way for them to show their wo… Each day shall bring its problems… And men shall dream of mightier de…
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…
Whenever I walk through God’s Ac… I wonder how often the mute voices… ‘I will do a kind deed or will lig… Or rise to a sacrifice splendid– t… I wonder how many fine thoughts un…
There’s a heap of pent-up goodness in the yellow bantam corn, And I sort o’ like to linger round a berry patch at morn; Oh, the Lord has set our table