When all that matters shall be written d… And the long record of our years is told… Where sham, like flesh, must perish and… When the tomb closes on our fair renown And priest and layman, sage and motleyed…
Until she died we never knew The beauty of our faith in God. We’d seen the summer roses nod And wither as the tempests blew, Through many a spring we’d lived to see
I must get out to the woods again, to th… Away from the haunts of pale-faced men,… I must get out where the skies are blue… Out where there’s never a task to do or… I must get out on the trails once more t…
Mother and the baby! Oh, I know no love… For all the dreams of all the world are… And be the baby in his cot or nestling i… The picture they present is one with nev… Mother and the baby—and the mother’s eye…
Old-fashioned letters! How good they we… And nobody writes them now; Never at all comes in the scrawl On the written pages which told us all The news of town and the folks we knew,
Jes’ the sort o’ weather and jes’ the so… Which seem to suit my fancy, with the wh… On a sea o’ smooth blue water. Oh, I ai… With an 'I’ in all my thinkin’, but I’m… That the Lord who made us humans an’ th…
My Pa says that he used to be A bright boy in geography; An’ when he went to school he knew The rivers an’ the mountains, too, An’ all the capitals of states
I wonder if he’ll stop to think, When the long years have traveled by, Who heard his plea: ‘I want a drink!’ Who was the first to hear him cry? I wonder if he will recall
I’ve watched him change from his bibs an… To little frocks, and later on I saw hi… And though it was of calico, those knick… Until the day we all agreed ’twas time f… I say I’ve seen the changes come, it se…
When I was just a little lad Not more than eight or nine, One special treat to make me glad Was set apart as ‘mine.’ On baking days she granted me
When the umpire calls you out, It’s no use to stamp and shout, Wildly kicking dust about— Play the game! And though his decision may
Once the house was lovely, but it’s lone… For time has come an’ stained its walls… An’ all that’s left for mother an’ for m… Is to sit an’ tell each other what the c… We couldn’t keep 'em always an’ we knew…
I must be fit for a child to play with, Fit for a youngster to walk away with; Fit for his trust and fit to be Ready to take him upon my knee; Whether I win or I lose my fight,
Grandmother says when I pass her the ca… ‘Just half of that, please.’ If I serve her the tenderest portion of… ‘Just half of that, please.’ And be the dessert a rice pudding or pie…
I would not be too wise’so very wise That I must sneer at simple songs and c… And let the glare of wisdom blind my eye… To humble people and their humble needs. I would not care to climb so high that…
The house is as it was when she was here… There’s nothing changed at all about the… The books she loved to read are waiting… As if to-morrow they would see her face; Her room remains the way it used to be,
Bit of a priest and a bit of sailor, Bit of a doctor and bit of a tailor, Bit of a lawyer, and bit of detective, Bit of a judge, for his work is correcti… Cheering the living and soothing the dyi…
A boy and his dad on a fishing trip– There is a glorious fellowship! Father and son and the open sky, And the white clouds lazily drifting by, And the laughing stream as it runs along
There’s a heap o’ satisfaction in a chun… An’ I’m always glad I’m livin’ when the… An’ I guess at every meal-time I’m as h… For I like whatever dishes Mother gets… But there’s just one bit of eatin’ which…
I’m sorry for a fellow if he cannot look… In a grate fire’s friendly flaming all t… If in quiet contemplation of a cheerful… He sees nothing there recalling all his… Then his mind is dead to fancy and his l…
I have a kindly neighbor, one who stands Beside my gate and chats with me awhile, Gives me the glory of his radiant smile And comes at times to help with willing… No station high or rank this man command…
Death crossed his threshold yesterday And left the glad voice of his loved one… To him the living now will come And cross his threshold in the self-same… To clasp his hand and vainly try to say
There never comes a lonely day but that… Of those who used to walk with us throug… We seldom miss the earthly great’the fam… But, as the years go racing by, we miss… The chair wherein he used to sit recalls…
There is no music quite so sweet As patter of a baby’s feet. Who never hears along the hall The sound of tiny feet that fall Upon the floor so soft and low
This is the phrase they love to say: ‘Just like a man!’ You can hear it wherever you chance to s… ‘Just like a man!’ The wife of the toiler, the queen of the…
It needed just an extra turn to make the… A few more minutes on the job and then t… But he begrudged the extra turn, and whe… The man was back for more repairs in jus… Two men there are in every place, and on…
Some fellers’ pas seem awful old, An’ talk like they was going to scold, An’ their hair’s all gone, an’ they neve… Or holler an’ shout when they come in. They don’t get out in the street an’ pla…
Perhaps the victory shall not come to me… Perhaps I shall not reach the goal I se… It may be at the last I shall be weak And falter as the promised land I see; Yet I must try for it and strive to be
When I was but a little lad, my old Gra… That none should wind the clock but he,… He’d fumble for the curious key kept hig… And set aside that little task entirely… In time Grandfather passed away, and so…
We were sittin’ there, and smokin’ of our pipes, discussin’ thi… Like taxes, votes for wimmin, an’ the totterin’ thrones of kings, When he ups an’ strokes his whiskers
When a cake is nicely frosted and it’s p… And it looks as trim and proper as a cho… Would it puzzle you at evening as you br… To find the chocolate missing from its s… As you viewed the cake in sorrow would y…
Been down to the art museum an’ looked a… The bodies of ancient mummies an’ the tr… An’ some of the walls were lovely, but s… But all had a rail around 'em, an’ all w… Now maybe an art museum needs guards and…
It’s mighty hard for Mother’I am busy t… And the tasks of every morning keep the… And I’m not forever meeting with a slip… To remind me of our sorrow when I’m toi… But with Mother it is different’there’s…
If I had youth I’d bid the world to try… I’d answer every challenge to my will. Though mountains stood in silence to def… I’d try to make them subject to my skill… I’d keep my dreams and follow where they…
All things grow lovely in a little while… The brush of memory paints a canvas fair… The dead face through the ages wears a s… And glorious becomes accomplished care. There’s nothing ugly that can live for l…
Last night he said the dead were dead And scoffed my faith to scorn; I found him at a tulip bed When I passed by at morn. ‘O ho!’ said I, ‘the frost is near
He was down and out, and his pluck was g… And he said to me in a gloomy way: ‘I’ve wasted my chances, one by one, And I’m just no good, as the people say… Nothing ahead, and my dreams all dust,
I’ve tried the high-toned specialists, w… I’ve heard the throat man whisper low '… I’ve sat in fancy offices and waited lon… And paid for fifteen minutes what it too… But while these scientific men are kindl…
I’d like to give 'em all they ask’it hur… And say they cannot have the things they… Yet now and then they plead for what I… Or what I can’t afford to buy, and that… They little know or understand how happy…
To-day it’s dirt and dust and steam, To-morrow it will be the same, And through it all the soul must dream And try to play a manly game; Dirt, dust and steam and harsh commands,
Looks as though a cyclone hit him’ Can’t buy clothes that seem to fit him; An’ his cheeks are rough like leather, Made for standin’ any weather. Outwards he was fashioned plainly,
Mothers never change, I guess, In their tender thoughtfulness. Makes no difference that you grow Up to forty years or so, Once you cough, you’ll find that she
Life is a jest; Take the delight of it. Laughter is best; Sing through the night of it. Swiftly the tear
This I would claim for my success—not f… Nor the throng’s changing cheers from da… Not always ease and fortune’s glad displ… Though all of these are pleasant joys to… But I would like to have my story told
The roses are bedded for winter, the tul… The robins and martins have left us; the… The garden seems solemnly silent, awaiti… And I feel like a lonely old fellow wit… All summer I’ve hovered about them, all…
Somebody wants a new bonnet to wear; Somebody wants a new dress; Somebody needs a new bow for her hair, And never the wanting grows less. Oh, this is the reason I labor each day
He brought me his report card from the t… He wasn’t very proud of it and sadly bow… He was excellent in reading, but arithme… And I noticed there were several 'unsat… But one little bit of credit which was g…
The miser thinks he’s living when he’s h… The soldier calls it living when he’s do… The sailor thinks it living to be tossed… And upon this very subject no two men of… But I hold to the opinion, as I walk my…
A warm house and a ruddy fire, To what more can man aspire? Eyes that shine with love aglow, Is there more for man to know? Whether home be rich or poor,
Nine passed him by with a hasty look, Each bent on his eager way; One glance at him was the most they took… “Somebody stuck,” said they; But it never occurred to the nine to hee…
The great were once as you. They whom men magnify to-day Once groped and blundered on life’s way, Were fearful of themselves, and thought By magic was men’s greatness wrought.
Bill Jones, who goes to school with me, Is the saddest boy I ever see. He’s just so 'fraid he runs away When all of us fellows want to play, An’ says he dassent stay about
I have no wealth of gold to give away, But I can pledge to worthy causes these… I’ll give my strength, my days and hours… My finest thought and courage when I ma… And take some deed accomplished for my p…
