#English #XXCentury
This I would like to be– braver a… Just a bit wiser because I am old… Just a bit kinder to those I may… Just a bit manlier taking defeat; This for the New Year my wish and…
Here’s to you, little mother, With your boy so far away; May the joy of service smother All your grief this Christmas day… May the magic of his splendor
You cannot gather every rose, Nor every pleasure claim, Nor bask in every breeze that blow… Nor play in every game. No millionaire could ever own
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…
IT isn’t the blue in the skies, Nor the song of the whispering tre… The light in a fair maiden’s eyes, My joy is far greater than these; You will pardon my arrogance pleas…
UNDER a tree where the breezes b… There is the spot that it’s good t… With the children bronzed by the… Bubbling with laughter and wholeso… And I gather them round—all the h…
Sunshine and shadow, blue sky and… Laughter and tears as we tread on… Hearts that are heavy, then hearts… Eyes that are misty and eyes that… Losses and gains in the heat of th…
It’s ‘be a good boy, Willie,’ And it’s ‘run away and play, For Santa Claus is coming With his reindeer and his sleigh.’ It’s 'mind what mother tells you,
God grant me these: the strength… Some needed service here; The wisdom to be brave and true; The gift of vision clear, That in each task that comes to me
WHOM is your boy going to for ad… Tough Johnny Jones at the end of… Rough Billy Green or untaught Ji… Who is now guiding his innocent fe… Who takes him walking or swimming…
You have given me riches and ease, You have given me joys through the… I have sat in the shade of your tr… With the song of your birds in my… I have drunk of your bountiful win…
fight worth while on this good old… Isn’t the fight for a hoard of gol… It isn’t the fight to increase you… In stocks and bonds and things to… It isn’t the fight for a higher pl…
WHY do I grind from morn till ni… And sick or well sit down to write… Why do I line my brow with sweat, An extra buck or two to get? The reason isn’t hard to trace,
If all the flowers were roses, If never daisies grew, If no old-fashioned posies Drank in the morning dew, Then man might have some reason
CAN you go to another who wins in… And give him a hand-shake that 's… Do you find yourself feeling a sen… In the good work another may do? Or deep in your heart are there en…