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When Christmas bells are swinging… We hear sweet voices ringing from… And etched on vacant places, Are half forgotten faces Of friends we used to cherish, and…
It is easy to sit in the sunshine And talk to the man in the shade; It is easy to float in a well-trim… And point out the places to wade. But once we pass into the shadows,
In golden youth when seems the ear… A Summer-land of singing mirth, When souls are glad and hearts are… And not a shadow lurks in sight, We do not know it, but there lieu
My love is young, so young; Young is her cheek, and her throat… And life is a song to be sung With love the word for each note. Young is her cheek and her throat;
A maiden sat in teh sunset glow Of the shadowy, beautiful Long Ag… That we see through a mist of tear… She sat and dreamed, with lips apa… With thoughtful eyes and a beating…
In the journey of life, as we trav… To the mystical goal that is hidde… You may stumble at times into Roa… Not seeing the sign-board that poi… Through caverns of sorrow your fee…
Look in the eyes of trouble with a… Extend your hand and do not be afr… —Tis but a friend who comes to mas… And test your faith and courage fo… Fly, and he follows fast with thre…
Do you wish the world were better? Let me tell you what to do: Set a watch upon your actions, Keep them always straight and true… Rid your mind of selfish motives;
Under the light of the silver moon We two sat, when our hearts were y… The night was warm with the breath… And loud from the meadow the crick… And darker and deeper, oh, love, t…
Toward even when the day leans dow… To kiss the upturned face of night… Out just beyond the loud-voiced to… I know a spot of calm delight. Like crimson arrows from a quiver
Once in the world’s first prime, When nothing lived or stirred, Nothing but new-born Time, Nor was there even a bird— The Silence spoke to a Star,
My heart is like a little bird That sits and sings for very gladn… Sorrow is some forgotten word, And so, except in rhyme, is sadnes… The world is very fair to me—
This little toe is hungry– This little toe is too, This toe lies abed like a sleepy h… And this toe cries ‘Boo-hoo.’ This toe big and tall is the smart…
In grandmamma’s kitchen, things go… The cream in a pot on the shelf, Where everything always seemed pea… Got whipped, for I heard it mysel… And grandmamma said-such a queer t…
As the old year sinks down in Tim… Stand ready to launch with the new… And waste no regrets, no emotion, As the masts and the spars pass fr… Weep not if some treasures go unde…