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,

There’s nothing cheers a fellow up… A handclasp and an honest smile th… And when at friendly doors you rin… From all life’s doubts to hear the… see you!’

The path o’ little children is the… Where green is every valley and ev… Where laughter’s always ringing an… And where the hurts are little hur… The path o’ little children, on th…

It takes a heap o’ livin’ in a hou… home, A heap o’ sun an’ shadder, an’ ye… have t’ roam Afore ye really 'preciate the thin…

If certain folks that I know well Should come to me their woes to te… I’d read the sorrow in their faces And I could analyze their cases. I watch some couples day by day

You can buy, if you’ve got money,… You can pay for bread and honey, a… But when trouble comes to fret you… For the gentle hand of friendship… You can buy with gold and silver t…

If never a sorrow came to us, and never a care we knew; If every hope were realized, and every dream came true; If only joy were found on earth,

There is sorrow in the household; There’s a grief too hard to bear; There’s a little cheek that’s tear… There’s a sobbing baby there. And try how we will to comfort,

THE dead return. I know they do; The glad smile may have passed fro… The ringing voice that cheered us… In that remembered long ago Be stilled, and yet in sweeter way…

DID you ever meet a brother as yo… And invite him up to dinner, and h… Did you ever keep him standing unt… When you’d meet to talk about your… Did you ever say: 'Next Tuesday w…

One never knows How far a word of kindness goes; One never sees How far a smile of friendship flee… Down, through the years,

I DO not care for garments fine, I do not care for medals bright; I have no wish to quench with wine My thirst when I go home at night… I’m satisfied with work to do,

I believe in the world and its big… That most of the hearts beating ro… That days are but footsteps and ye… That lead us to beauty and singing… That roses that blossom and toiler…