Seemed like I couldn’t stand it a… The factory whistles blowin’ day b… An’ men an’ children hurryin’ by t… An’ street cars clangin’ on their… The faces of the people seemed to…

Let loose the sails of love and le… With breezes sweet with tenderness… Scorn not the praises youthful lov… Romance is old, but it is lovely s… Not he who shows his love deserves…

IT’S one o’ my idees that men ain… They ain’t all built fer ploughin’… An’ they ain’t all made fer battli… There must be some of us on earth… Leastwise it strikes me that way—i…

He has not served who gathers gold… Nor has he served, whose life is t… In selfish battles he has won, Or deeds of skill that he has done… But he has served who now and then

The finest tribute we can pay Unto our hero dead to-day, Is not a rose wreath, white and re… In memory of the blood they shed; It is to stand beside each mound,

OUT in the open, the wide sky abo… And the green meadows stretched at… Out in the open, midst scenes that… Where the rest hour is soothing an… Out in the country, where nature’s…

When you can’t get her out of your… And you hate what you have to do; And you shirk every task that you… And the others you hurry through. When all you can see is the time t…

Cheek that is tanned to the wind o… Body that jests at the bite of the… Limbs that are eager and strong to… Into the wilds and the ways of the… Red blood that pulses and throbs i…

SHE wanted to be asked again, And so she wiped the dishes, She took a knife, and with the men She helped to clean the fishes; She made her bed and swept the flo…

My Pa can hit his thumbnail with… He can cut himself while shaving a… If a ladder slips beneath him an’… He can smile as though he really d… But the pan beneath the ice-box—wh…

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…

You may delve down to rock for you… You may go with your steel to the… You may purchase the best of the t… And the finest of workmanship buy; You may line with the rarest of ma…

If this were all of life we’ll kno… If this brief space of breath Were all there is to human toil, If death were really death, And never should the soul arise

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…

We have wandered afar in our hunti… We have scorned the soul’s duty to… We have lived for our laughter and… And paid little heed to the soul’s… But light were the burdens that fr…