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Men are of two kinds, and he Was of the kind I’d like to be. Some preach their virtues, and a f… Express their lives by what they d… That sort was he. No flowery phra…
DID you ever meet a brother as yo… And invite him up to dinner, and h… Did you ever keep him standing unt… When you’d meet to talk about your… Did you ever say: 'Next Tuesday w…
Where is the road to Arcady, Where is the path that leads to pe… Where shall I find the bliss to b… Where shall the weary wanderings c… These are the questions that come…
ACONVALESCIN’ woman does the… An’ it’s wonderful the courage tha… O, it’s never safe to leave her fo… Or you’ll find th’ doctor’s good w… There’s that wife o’ mine, I reck…
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…
He shall be great who serves his c… He shall be loved who ever guards… His worth the starry banner long s… Who loves his land too much to sto… Who shares the splendor of these s…
He was beaten from the start, Beaten by his doubting heart, And he had a ready ear For the busy tongue of fear, And he had a timid mind
HERE 's a letter from John in th… Ain’t heard from him now fer a yea… Yes, his handwritin’ s stylish an’… An’ rounded an’ wonderf’ly clear; Says he hopes we are all well an’…
GARDENING is hardening In every way you view it; It makes a fellow hustle, And it strengthens every muscle; It knots up many a tendon
A table cloth that’s slightly soil… Where greasy little hands have toi… The napkins kept in silver rings, And only ordinary things From which to eat, a simple fare,
There’s a heap o’ satisfaction in… An’ I’m always glad I’m livin’ wh… An’ I guess at every meal-time I’… For I like whatever dishes Mother… But there’s just one bit of eatin’…
When you were just our little boy,… Unto your cot and watched o’er you… We tucked the covers round your fo… And sometimes stooped and kissed y… Just as we came to you back then t…
Tuggin’ at your bottle, An’ it’s O, you’re mighty sweet! Just a bunch of dimples From your top-knot to your feet, Lying there an’ gooin’
It may be I’m old-fashioned, but… Are not the splendid parties with… And the music tuned for dancing an… With a paid comedian’s antics or a… But the quiet times of friendship,…
‘A rose by any other name would sm… Cried Romeo once, and truth he sp… And we should smell the autos down… Though gasoline were labeled Fren…