The world’s too busy now to pause To listen to a whiner’s cause; It has no time to stop and pet The sulker in a peevish fret, Who wails he’ll neither work nor play
Not for the sake of the gold, Not for the sake of the fame, Not for the prize would I hold Any ambition or aim: I would be brave and be true
I’ve told about the times that Ma can’t… And how we have to hustle round for it t… But there’s another care we know that of… I guess it happens easily a dozen times… It starts when first the postman through…
A touch of the plain and the prairie, A bit of the Motherland, too; A strain of the fur-trapper wary, A blend of the old and the new; A bit of the pioneer splendor
Be a friend. You don’t need money; Just a disposition sunny; Just the wish to help another Get along some way or other; Just a kindly hand extended
Thankful for the glory of the old Red,… and Blue, For the spirit of America that still is… and true, For the laughter of our children and the…
Ma has a dandy little book that’s full o… slips, An’ when she wants to pay a bill a page… it she rips; She just writes in the dollars and the c…
There’s nothing that builds up a toil-we… Like a day on a stream, Back on the banks of the old fishing hol… Where a fellow can dream. There’s nothing so good for a man as to…
Full many a time a thought has come That had a bitter meaning in it. And in the conversation’s hum I lost it ere I could begin it. I’ve had it on my tongue to spring
The kids are out-of-doors once more; The heavy leggins that they wore, The winter caps that covered ears Are put away, and no more tears Are shed because they cannot go
You can talk about your music, and your… And your phonographic record that Carus… But there isn’t any music that such wond… Like the concert when the kiddies and th… When the supper time is over, then the m…
I’m the bumps and bruises doctor; I’m the expert that they seek When their rough and tumble playing Leaves a scar on leg or cheek. I’m the rapid, certain curer
Pa’s not so very big or brave; he can’t… His hands are soft like little girls’; m… Ma weighs a whole lot more than Pa. Whe… Out in the river all day long, but Pa g… But when the thunder starts to roll, an’…
A man must earn his hour of peace, Must pay for it with hours of strife and… Must win by toil the evening’s sweet rel… The rest that may be portioned for his s… The idler never knows it, never can.
The happiest nights I ever know Are those when I’ve No place to go, And the missus says
No one is beat till he quits, No one is through till he stops, No matter how hard Failure hits, No matter how often he drops, A fellow’s not down till he lies
I’d like to be the sort of man the flag could boast about; I’d like to be the sort of man it cannot live without; I’d like to be the type of man
You don’t begrudge the labor when the ro… You don’t recall the dreary days that wo… You don’t recall a single care You spent upon the garden there; And all the toil
The things that make a soldier great and… To face the flaming cannon’s mouth, nor… Are lilacs by a little porch, the row of… The peonies and pansies, too, the old pe… The grass plot where his children play,…
Ma says no, it’s too much care An’ it will scatter germs an’ hair, An’ it’s a nuisance through and through. An’ barks when you don’t want it to; An’ carries dirt from off the street,
It’s tough when you are homesick in a st… and distant place; It’s anguish when you’re hungry for an old-familiar face. And yearning for the good folks and the…
A table cloth that’s slightly soiled Where greasy little hands have toiled; The napkins kept in silver rings, And only ordinary things From which to eat, a simple fare,
He was going to be all that a mortal sho… Tomorrow. No one should be kinder or braver than h… Tomorrow. A friend who was troubled and weary he k…
God grant me kindly thought And patience through the day, And in the things I’ve wrought Let no man living say That hate’s grim mark has stained
Lady in the show case carriage, Do not think that I’m a bear; Not for worlds would I disparage One so gracious and so fair; Do not think that I am blind to
He spent what he made, or he gave it awa… Tried to save money, and would for a day… Started a bank-account time an’ again, Got a hundred or so for a nest egg, an’… Some fellow that needed it more than he…
“When shall I be a man?” he said, As I was putting him to bed. “How many years will have to be Before Time makes a man of me? And will I be a man when I
Be more than his dad, Be a chum to the lad; Be a part of his life Every hour of the day; Find time to talk with him,
She is fair to see and sweet, Dainty from her head to feet, Modest, as her blushing shows, Happy, as her smiles disclose, And the young man at her side
He wiped his shoes before his door, But ere he entered he did more; ’Twas not enough to cleanse his feet Of dirt they’d gathered in the street; He stood and dusted off his mind
To do your little bit of toil, To play life’s game with head erect; To stoop to nothing that would soil Your honor or your self-respect; To win what gold and fame you can,
There was a bear—his name was Jim, An’ children weren’t askeered of him, An’ he lived in a cave, where he Was confortubbul as could be, An’ in that cave, so my Pa said,
The sumac’s flaming scarlet on the edges… An’ the pear trees are invitin’ everyone… Now the gorgeous tints of autumn are app… Till it seems that you can almost see th… There’s a solemn sort o’ stillness that’…
When Pa comes home, I’m at the door, An’ then he grabs me off the floor An’ throws me up an’ catches me When I come down, an’ then, says he: ‘Well, how’d you get along to-day?
Gentle hands that never weary toiling in… vineyard sweet, Eyes that seem forever cheery when our e… they chance to meet, Tender, patient, brave, devoted, this is…
You cannot gather every rose, Nor every pleasure claim, Nor bask in every breeze that blows, Nor play in every game. No millionaire could ever own
A man doesn’t whine at his losses, A man doesn’t whimper and fret, Or rail at the weight of his crosses And ask life to rear him a pet. A man doesn’t grudgingly labor
I might not ever scale the mountain heig… Where all the great men stand in glory n… I may not ever gain the world’s delights Or win a wreath of laurel for my brow; I may not gain the victories that men
Some folks I know, when friends drop in To visit for awhile and chin, Just lead them round the rooms and halls And show them pictures on their walls, And point to rugs and tapestries
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 store,
To happiness I raise my glass, The goal of every human, The hope of every clan and class And every man and woman. The daydreams of the urchin there,
It’s guessing time at our house; every e… We start guessing what old Santa’s goin… Everyone of us holds secrets that the ot… And that eyes and lips are plainly havin… And a little lip that quivered just a bi…
When I was young and frivolous and neve… When I was always doing wrong, or just… When I was just a lad of seven and eigh… It seemed to me that every day I got in… And strangers used to shake their heads…
People liked him, not because He was rich or known to fame; He had never won applause As a star in any game. His was not a brilliant style,
’Twas not so many years ago, Say, twenty-two or three, When zero weather or below Held many a thrill for me. Then in my icy room I slept
Time was when spring returned we went To find another home to rent; We wanted fresher, cleaner walls, And bigger rooms and wider halls, And open plumbing and the dome
It’s an easy world to live in if you cho… You never need to suffer, save the grief… If you’ll stay upon the level and will '… You will never lack the friendship of a… Life’s an easy road to travel if you’ll…
There is no star within the flag That’s brighter than its brothers, And when of Michigan I brag, I’m boasting of the others. Just which is which no man can say—
You ought to be fine for the sake of the… Who think you are fine. If others have faith in you doubly you’r… To stick to the line. It’s not only on you that dishonor desce…
Did you ever sit down and talk with men In a serious sort of a way, On their views of life and ponder then On all that they have to say? If not, you should in some quiet hour;
How fine it is at night to say: ‘I have not wronged a soul to-day. I have not by a word or deed, In any breast sowed anger’s seed, Or caused a fellow being pain;
I’m up against it day by day, My ignorance is distressing; The things I don’t know on the way I’m busily confessing. Time was I used to think I knew
Who once has had a friend has found The link 'twixt mortal and divine; Though now he sleeps in hallowed ground, He lives in memory’s sacred shrine; And there he freely moves about,
I believe in the world and its bigness a… That most of the hearts beating round us… That days are but footsteps and years ar… That lead us to beauty and singing and s… That roses that blossom and toilers that…
Nobody hates me more than I; No enemy have I to-day That I so bravely must defy; There are no foes along my way, However bitter they may be,
The things that haven’t been done before… Those are the things to try; Columbus dreamed of an unknown shore At the rim of the far-flung sky, And his heart was bold and his faith was…
If I had hatred in my heart toward my f… If I were pressed to do him ill, to con… To wound him sorely and to rob his days… I’d wish his wife would go away and take… I’d waste no time on curses vague, nor t…
Promotion comes to him who sticks Unto his work and never kicks, Who watches neither clock nor sun To tell him when his task is done; Who toils not by a stated chart,
Most folks, as I’ve noticed, in pleasur… Are always expecting too much out of lif… They wail an’ they fret Just because they don’t get The best o’ the sunshine, the fairest o’…
One day, in ages dark and dim, A toiler, weary, worn and faint, Who found his task too much for him, Gave voice unto a sad complaint. And seeking emphasis to give
