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I do not say new friends are not c… Or that their smiles ain’t genuine… That when a feller’s heart is crus… And teardrops come a-splashin’ dow… Becoz his grief an’ loneliness are…
Love and laughter lead you Down the pathways of the year, And may each morning feed you From the golden spoon of cheer; May every eye be shining,
You think that the failures are ma… You think the successes are few, But you judge by the rule of the p… And not by the good that men do. You judge men by standards of trea…
When he has more than he can eat To feed a stranger’s not a feat. When he has more than he can spend It isn’t hard to give or lend. Who gives but what he’ll never mis…
You can talk about your music, and… And your phonographic record that… But there isn’t any music that suc… Like the concert when the kiddies… When the supper time is over, then…
HE struck me! A man I scarce knew, 'though he h… my name, Came into my office repeating the… And talked for a moment of this an…
Dead they left Him in the tomb And the impenetrable gloom, Rolled the great stone to the door… Dead, they thought, forevermore. Then came Mary Magdalene
MY father is a peaceful man, He tries in every way he can To live a life of gentleness And patience all the while; He says that needless fretting’s v…
I stood and watched him playing, A little lad of three, And back to me came straying The years that used to be; In him the boy was Maying
Who has a troop of romping youth About his parlour floor, Who nightly hears a round of cheer… When he is at the door, Who is attacked on every side
If you would rise above the throng And seek the crown of fame, You must do more than drift along And merely play the game. Whatever path your feet may tread,
To us the Flag has little meant. Each glorious stripe of red Was woven there to represent The blood of heroes dead. On some dim, distant battle line
YOURS is the loser’s part to pla… For you the goal is far away And never to be gained. It is your lot to stand and see The golden apples on life’s tree
Oh, some shall stand in glory’s li… And many a mother there shall say,… But I shall stand in silence then… For I must answer at the last tha… When all this age shall pass away,…
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…
