We’ve never seen the Father here,… The finest type of manhood since t… And, summing up the works of God,… The greatest is the Son He sent t… Through Him we learned the ways o…

It’s ‘be a good boy, Willie,’ And it’s ‘run away and play, For Santa Claus is coming With his reindeer and his sleigh.’ It’s 'mind what mother tells you,

Troubles? Sure I’ve lots of them, Got ‘em heaped up by the score, Got ’em baled and bundled up, Got ‘em hid behind the door. Got ’em young and got ‘em old,

The gentle hand of women folks Keeps this old world in line, It smooths away our bits of care And makes the struggle fine. It turns to blue our skies of gray…

The smell of arnica is strong, And mother’s time is spent In rubbing father’s arms and back With burning liniment. The house is like a druggist’s sho…

He is with you every minute, in th… And your caddie’s quick to sense i… If you hear your trials bravely, i… You will find the little fellow tr… If you show the proper spirit when…

Something to talk about, something… Something to laugh at the whole da… Something to look at with pride an… Something for friends to come in j… Something you can’t sum up all the…

Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen Is Ma. Lovelier than any queen Is Ma. Girls with curls go walking by,

Fish can be bought in the market p… So it isn’t the fish I’m after. I want to get free from the care-d… And back to an honest laughter, I want to get out where the skies…

A man doesn’t whine at his losses, A man doesn’t whimper and fret, Or rail at the weight of his cross… And ask life to rear him a pet. A man doesn’t grudgingly labor

Oh, my shoulders grow aweary of th… An’ I grumble when I’m footsore a… But I strap my knapsack tighter t… An’ I’m glad to bear the burdens… It’s for them that I am ploddin’,…

Here she walked and romped about, And here beneath this apple tree Where all the grass is trampled ou… The swing she loved so used to be. This path is but a path to you,

I KNOW the rose will bloom again As soon as it is June, The robin will return by then To sing his merry tune. I know the wintry cold will pass,

It’s the dull road that leads to t… The practice that leads to success… The work road that leads to the pl… It is trouble that breeds happines… It’s the hard work and merciless g…

OUT in the open, I long to be fr… Where the song that I hear is the… And the voice that I list to is s… Away from the sound of the trampin… Not urging me ceaselessly into the…