It isn’t the money you’re making, it isn’t the clothes you wear, And it isn’t the skill of your good righ… It’s the smile on your face and the light of your eye and the burdens th…

I’m sorry for a feller if he hasn’t any… To let him eat and do the things his mot… An aunt to come a visitin’ or one to go… Is just about the finest kind of lady th… Of course she’s not your mother, an’ she…

I’VE seen the Rockies in the west, I’ve seen the canyons wild and grim, I’ve seen the prairies golden dressed, And California’s hedges prim. I’ve seen the Kansas corn fields blow,

The other night 'bout two o’clock, or ma… An elephant with shining tusks came chas… His trunk was wavin’ in the air an’ spo… An’ he was out to eat me up, but still… Or let him see that I was scared - a be…

UNDER a tree where the breezes blow, There is the spot that it’s good to go With the children bronzed by the Summer… Bubbling with laughter and wholesome fun… And I gather them round—all the happy c…

His room is as it used to be Before he went away, The walls still keep the pennants he Brought home but yesterday. The picture of his baseball team

It’s the dull road that leads to the gay… The practice that leads to success; The work road that leads to the play roa… It is trouble that breeds happiness. It’s the hard work and merciless grindin…

We were sittin’ there, and smokin’ of our pipes, discussin’ thi… Like taxes, votes for wimmin, an’ the totterin’ thrones of kings, When he ups an’ strokes his whiskers

To wed, or not to wed; that is the quest… Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffe… The bills and house rent of a wedded for… Or to say “nit” when she proposes, And by declining cut her. To wed; to sm…

The old days, the old days, how oft the… The days of hope at dewy morn, the days… The days when every mead was fair, and e… And every maiden wore a smile, and every… The days when dreams were golden and eve…

Death crossed his threshold yesterday And left the glad voice of his loved one… To him the living now will come And cross his threshold in the self-same… To clasp his hand and vainly try to say

It is faith that bridges the land of bre… To the realms of the souls departed, That comforts the living in days of deat… And strengthens the heavy-hearted. It is faith in his dreams that keeps a m…

When Mrs. Malone got a letter from Pat She started to read it aloud in her flat… ‘Dear Mary,’ it started, 'I can’t tell… I’m somewhere in France, and I’m fighti… I’m chokin’ wid news thot I’d like to r…

We have wandered afar in our hunting for… We have scorned the soul’s duty to gathe… We have lived for our laughter and toile… And paid little heed to the soul’s simpl… But light were the burdens that freighte…