UP and down the lanes of love, With the bright blue skies above, And the grass beneath our feet, O, so green and O, so sweet! There we wandered boy and girl,

The little church of Long Ago, wh… With mother in the family pew and… How I would like to see it now th… The straight-backed pews, the pulp… Dressed stiffly. in their Sunday…

His eye was wild and his face was taut with anger and hate and rage, And the things he muttered were much too strong for the ink of the printed page. I found him there when the dusk...

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 p…

THE little old-fashioned church,… Where the sunbeams to worship came… And the choir was composed of the… The little old-fashioned church th… With its plain, wooden cross on th…

There are a thousand ways to cheat… There are ways uncounted to lose t… And whether you live by the sweat… dressed, You shall stand at last, when your…

Keep your dreams-they’re richer fa… Than the facts discovered are. Do not seek all things to touch; Do not want to know too much. Growing old, still play the child;

A table cloth that’s slightly soil… Where greasy little hands have toi… The napkins kept in silver rings, And only ordinary things From which to eat, a simple fare,

The things that haven’t been done… Those are the things to try; Columbus dreamed of an unknown sho… At the rim of the far-flung sky, And his heart was bold and his fai…

Swiftly the changes come. Each da… Sees some lost beauty blown away And some new touch of lovely grace Come into life to take its place. The little babe that once we had

One day the doctor came because my… And when he looked inside to see h… It’s tonserlitis, sure enough. Yo… To make his mind up now to have th… I’d heard him talk that way before…

She put her arms about my neck, And whispered low to me: ‘I’m thinking daddy, dear, how nic… And lovely it would be If only every little girl

The skies are blue and the sun is… and the grass is green and soft And the old charm’s back in the ap… and it calls a boy aloft; And the same low voice that the ol…

This is the way to take your woes, Just grin and bear 'em, Since everybody round here knows A frown won’t scare 'em.

There’s nothing that builds up a t… Like a day on a stream, Back on the banks of the old fishi… Where a fellow can dream. There’s nothing so good for a man…