“BUSINESS is business,' he sai… As he gave me short weight in my p… ‘In business there isn’t much sent… Said he, as he charged me the extr… ‘Once I trusted a friend and he d…

Little woman, hourly sitting, Something for a soldier knitting, What in fancy can you see? Many pictures come to me Through the stitch that now you’re…

Who does his task from day to day And meets whatever comes his way, Believing God has willed it so. Has found real greatness here belo… Who guards his post, no matter whe…

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

I never knew, until they went, How much their laughter really mea… I never knew how much the place Depended on each little face; How barren home could be and drear

God has been good to men. He gave His Only Son their souls to save, And then he made a second gift, Which from their dreary lives shou… The tyrant’s yoke and set them fre…

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

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…

There’s no lock upon your door, And the polish that you wore In the years ago when you were bri… Now has lost its splendid shine, And your driver’s bending spine

When mother baked an angel cake we… An’ watch her gentle hands at work… We’d watch her stir the eggs an’ f… An’ pour it in the crinkled tin, a… She’d spread the icing over it, an…

SEPTEMBER with her brushes dip… Now comes to paint the valleys and… And we forget completely that the… As we gaze upon the color that she… For all that we remember

What We Can Be We cannot all be men of fame, We cannot all be men of wealth, We cannot all be known by name, We cannot all have perfect health,

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…

They say we must not hate, nor fig… I’ve thought it over many a solemn… And cannot mildly view the man or… That has no thought, save only to… I cannot love the creature drunk w…