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Last night Ma said to Pa: 'My de… The Williamsons are coming here To visit for a week or two, An’ I must have a talk with you. We need some things which we must…
Often as we watched her there From our lips there fell this pray… ‘God, give us the pain to bear! Let us suffer in her place, Take the anguish from her face,
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
A warship and a woman’s hat Are just alike, I state, They 're big and ugly, cost a heap… And soon get out date.
When he was only nine months old, And plump and round and pink of ch… A joy to tickle and to hold, Before he’d even learned to speak, His gentle mother used to say:
O, SAD and solemn holy day, O, bitterest of bitter hours! Behold He staggers on His way Beneath the cross that saps His p… O, see, they goad Him with their…
She was gentle, she was true, And her tender eyes of blue Seemed to mock the morning sunbeam… And the starlight of the night; And her laughter seemed to trill
I’d rather be a failure than the m… I’d rather seek the mountain-top t… Oh, let me hold some lofty dream a… And though I fail I still shall k… The idlers line the ways of life a…
Courage isn’t a brilliant dash, A daring deed in a moment’s flash; It isn’t an instantaneous thing Born of despair with a sudden spri… It isn’t a creature of flickered h…
I NEVER pondered much on war, Except to think it was inspiring To have a cause to battle for, To hear the guns and cannons firin… To see brave men rush up to death
When something or other has made h… His rattle he throws on the floor; The times he is good and the times… His rattle he throws on the floor. When there is a smile on his pink…
He isn’t very brilliant and his pa… There’s nothing very flashy in his… He has to dig and labor for the th… And lie’s busy learning something… The clever men go by him in a hurr…
The kids at our house number three… As different as they can be; And if perchance they numbered six Each one would have particular tri… And certain little whims and fads
LITTLE Miss Laugh-a-Lot, Saucy the way you’ve got, Dancing with glee are the bright e… Lips like the red, red rose, Cunning, your little nose,
How fine it is at night to say: ‘I have not wronged a soul to-day. I have not by a word or deed, In any breast sowed anger’s seed, Or caused a fellow being pain;