THE little old-fashioned church,… Where the sunbeams to worship came… And the choir was composed of the… The little old-fashioned church th… With its plain, wooden cross on th…

This I would claim for my success… Nor the throng’s changing cheers f… Not always ease and fortune’s glad… Though all of these are pleasant j… But I would like to have my story…

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

He was battle-scarred and ugly wit… And we knew that British Tommy ha… So we asked him where he got it an… And he answered, blushing scarlet:… There were medals on his jacket, b…

A man is at his finest towards the… He is almost what he should be whe… Then he’s thinking more of others… And the laughter of his children i… He is less a selfish creature than…

Mothers never change, I guess, In their tender thoughtfulness. Makes no difference that you grow Up to forty years or so, Once you cough, you’ll find that s…

I DO not ask for roses all the ti… For blue skies bending o’er me eve… I do not ask for easy hills to cli… And always for my feet a pleasant… In laughter I would not spend all…

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…

You needn’t be rich to be happy, You needn’t be famous to smile; There are joys for the poorest of… If only he’ll think them worth whi… There are blue skies and sunshine…

I don’t know what it’s all about,… If spirits in the other world can… An’ Pa says, 'Gosh! there’s folks… think, Without you pesterin’ the folks wh…

OUT of the darkness and shadow of… Out of the anguish that wells from… Into the splendor of spiritual bre… Now we have burst like a lily in b… Sweetened is sorrow and strengthen…

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

He’s doing double duty now; Time’s silver gleams upon his brow… And there are lines upon his face Which only passing years can trace… And yet he’s turned back many a pa…

IF every day of yours were fine And every sky of yours were blue, You couldn’t know such joy of mine… The joy o’ being friend to you. You’ve brushed away the clouds of…