I care not who the man may be, Nor how his tasks may fret him, Nor where he fares, nor how his cares And troubles may beset him, If books have won the love of him,

I’m standing at my lathe all day And this is what I hear it say: ‘The best of you, the best of me Are needed now across the sea. We do not hear the cannon roar,

I’ve sipped a rich man’s sparkling wine, His silverware I’ve handled. I’ve placed these battered legs of mine ‘Neath tables gayly candled. I dine on rare and costly fare

There’s a little chap at our house that… Keeps the front lawn looking tidy in the… Doesn’t leave his little wagon, when he’… On the sidewalk as he used to; now he pu… When we call him in to supper, we don’t…

He was playing in the garden when we cal… But he didn’t seem to hear us, so I wen… What the little rogue was up to, and I… When he heard his mother calling, he had… ‘I am playing war,’ he told me, 'and I’…

Let every day be Mother’s Day! Make roses grow along her way And beauty everywhere. Oh, never let her eyes be wet With tears of sorrow or regret,

IS IT so sudden? Then did you believe,… Those evenings I called at your flat And lovingly, longingly gazed in your ey… That I merely had come for a chat? Did it strike you the times that I ling…

Life is a gift to be used every day, Not to be smothered and hidden away; It isn’t a thing to be stored in the che… Where you gather your keepsakes and trea… It isn’t a joy to be sipped now and then

God grant that we shall never see Our country slave to lust and greed; God grant that here all men shall be United by a common creed. Here Freedom’s Flag has held the sky

Right must not live in idleness, Nor dwell in smug content; It must be strong, against the throng Of foes, on evil bent. Justice must not a weakling be

DID you ever meet a brother as you hurr… And invite him up to dinner, and his wif… Did you ever keep him standing until he… When you’d meet to talk about your early… Did you ever say: 'Next Tuesday we’ll e…

Go up and change your collar,' mother of… ‘For you can’t go out in that one, it’s… There are splotches on the surface where… ‘That is very queer,’ I answer, ‘it was… But I guess just what has happened, and…

When sorrow comes, as come it must, In God a man must place his trust. There is no power in mortal speech The anguish of his soul to reach, No voice, however sweet and low,

He tore the curtains yesterday, And scratched the paper on the wall; Ma’s rubbers, too, have gone astray’€” She says she left them in the hall; He tugged the table cloth and broke