Life is a challenge to the bold, It flings its gauntlet down And bids us, if we seek for gold And glory and renown, To come and take them from its sto…

I think my country needs my vote, I know it doesn’t need my throat, My lungs and larynx, too; And so I sit at home at night And teach my children what is righ…

Last night I caught him on his kn… And oh, the guilty look he wore, a… When I, pretending to be cross, s… game?’ As if, back in the long ago, I ha…

Does the grouch get richer quicker… Can the grumbler labor better than… Is the mean and churlish neighbor… Who shouts a glad ‘good morning,’… Just stop and think about it. Ha…

When a cake is nicely frosted and… And it looks as trim and proper as… Would it puzzle you at evening as… To find the chocolate missing from… As you viewed the cake in sorrow w…

NO MAN really knows enough To be hateful to his brother, None is rich enough to cuff And be cruel to another; None so clever that he can

Used to wonder just why father Never had much time for play, Used to wonder why he’d rather Work each minute of the day. Used to wonder why he never

To gentle ways I am inclined; I have no wish to kill. To creatures dumb I would be kind… I like them all, but still Right now I think I’d like to be

The kids at our house number three… As different as they can be; And if perchance they numbered six Each one would have particular tri… And certain little whims and fads

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

I’SPOSE the big head bendin’ ov… Is my Pa. I 'spose that wiseacre whose talk… Is my Pa. I’ve not been here long—my days ar…

‘The worst is yet to come:’ So wail the doubters glum, But here’s the better view; ‘My best I’ve yet to do.’ The worst some always fear;

You can brag about the famous men… You may boast about the great men… Parsons, eloquent and wise; stars… Millionaires and navy admirals, an… Fame and power and wealth and glor…

At Sugar Camp the cook is kind And laughs the laugh we knew as bo… And there we slip away and find Awaiting us the old-time joys. The catbird calls the selfsame way