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SOME day our eyes will brighten,… Some day the sun will shine for yo… Some day grim doubt we’ll banish,… And the rosy, golden future we sha… Some day we’ll know the wherefore…
LAST night we had a hurry call t… Her husband said that Ma and me w… An’ so, though it was after 12, an… We hustled out of bed an’ dressed… An’ Jim—that is her husband—met u…
Last night I stood in a tawdry pl… And watched the ways of the human… I looked at a party of shrieking g… Piled on a table that whirls and w… And saw them thrown in a tangled h…
If through the years we’re not to… Much finer deeds than we have done… If we must merely wander through Time’s garden, idling in the sun; If there is nothing big ahead,
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,
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…
PROUD is the state of its millio… And proud is the state of its name… In its borders are masters of brus… And wide as the world is its fame. It stands for the best of the bloo…
We’re gittin’ so we need again To see the sproutin’ seed again. We’ve been shut up all winter long Within our narrow rooms; We’re sort o’ shriveled up an’ dry…
To live as gently as I can; To be, no matter where, a man; To take what comes of good or ill And cling to faith and honor still… To do my best, and let that stand
There may be finer pleasures than… And better ways to spend a day; th… There may be richer fellowship tha… But if there is, I know it not; i… Oh, some may choose to walk with k…
I NEVER knew him, for he never… Up as so many strong little ones d… Just a year on the earth with his… God came and took Jimmy to heaven… And 't was years after that when…
God grant that we shall never see Our country slave to lust and gree… God grant that here all men shall… United by a common creed. Here Freedom’s Flag has held the…
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…
God grant my children may Not think in terms of gold When I have passed away And my poor form is cold. When I no more shall be,
You may talk of stylish raiment, You may boast your broadcloth fine… And the price you gave in payment May be treble that of mine. But there’s one suit I’d not trad…
