#English #XXCentury #1918 #OverHere
Life is a gift to be used every da… Not to be smothered and hidden awa… It isn’t a thing to be stored in t… Where you gather your keepsakes an… It isn’t a joy to be sipped now an…
Last night I held my arms to you And you held yours to mine And started out to march to me As any soldier fine. You lifted up your little feet
IT 'S a wonderful world when you… And we ought to be glad we are in… The fellow who drinks from old Mi… Gets the goblet of joy the next mi… In a wonderful way
He little knew the sorrow that was… He never guessed they’d miss him,… He couldn’t see his mother or the… Or the tears that started falling… And he couldn’t see his father, si…
Would you sell your boy for a stac… Would you miss that hand that is y… Would you take a fortune and never… The man, in a few brief years, he’… Suppose that his body were racked…
BEHIND full many a gift there l… A splendid tale of sacrifice. On Christmas morn a mother’s hand About a young girl’s neck will pla… A trinket small, and she will stan…
I hold no dream of fortune vast, Nor seek undying fame. I do not ask when life is past That many know my name. I may not own the skill to rise
Things mostly happen for the best. However hard it seems to-day, When some fond plan has gone astra… Or what you’ve wished for most is… An’ you sit countin’ up the cost
Good books are friendly things to… If you are busy they will wait. They will not call you on the phon… Or wake you if the hour is late. They stand together row by row,
THE dead return. I know they do; The glad smile may have passed fro… The ringing voice that cheered us… In that remembered long ago Be stilled, and yet in sweeter way…
We have wandered afar in our hunti… We have scorned the soul’s duty to… We have lived for our laughter and… And paid little heed to the soul’s… But light were the burdens that fr…
“GIVE me the prettiest valentine You’ve got in the shop,' said he, ‘One with the tenderest sort o’ li… In type that her eyes can see. One that she won’t need her specs…
HOW dear to my heart is the bank… The five-spots and tens in the str… The yellow boys, too, that were mi… And oft I caressed with a fatherl… The wide, bulging bank roll that s…
They lived together thirty years, I Through storm and sunshine, wea… They shared each other’s hopes and… She still his sweetheart, he her b… She, proud of him, though he was n…
NEVER so happy as when I ‘m at… I ’m not so anxious to wander or r… Rather sit down with the folks who… With somebody’s youngster astride… And gallop him off to the wonderfu…
