Some folks there be who seem to ne… An’ reckon all the joys that have… Some think that pleasure’s only fo… An’ where an orchestra’s at work t… Still others seek it at their play…

Would you sell your boy for a stac… Would you miss that hand that is y… Would you take a fortune and never… The man, in a few brief years, he’… Suppose that his body were racked…

KINDER like to see the bright s… See the gay and dancing light side… See the good and decent right side Of the worst that happens me; For the gloomy and the glum side,

A little ship goes out to sea As soon as we have finished tea; Off yonder where the big moon glow… This tiny little vessel goes, But never grown-up eyes have seen

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,

Little girlie, kneeling there, Speaking low your evening prayer, In your cunning little nightie With your pink toes peeping throug… With your eyes closed and your han…

When I was but a little lad, my o… That none should wind the clock bu… He’d fumble for the curious key ke… And set aside that little task ent… In time Grandfather passed away,…

He came down the stairs on the lau… Where patriots were eating and dri… The tap of his crutch on the marbl… Caught my ear as I sat all alone… I turned—and a soldier my eyes fel…

I’D rather be considered dull Than use my brain denouncing thing… I’d rather not be critical And utter words that carry stings. I’d rather never speak at all

A man is at his finest towards the… He is almost what he should be whe… Then he’s thinking more of others… And the laughter of his children i… He is less a selfish creature than…

HE WAS bo’n way down in Texas,… An’ a cloud’s so thin it’s easy to… An’ he grew among the quaint folk… In the mint an’ melon patches, an’… An’ he stored up all the sunshine…

O, SAD and solemn holy day, O, bitterest of bitter hours! Behold He staggers on His way Beneath the cross that saps His p… O, see, they goad Him with their…

The world is needing you and me, In places where we ought to be; Somewhere today it’s needing you To stand for what you know is true… And needing me somewhere today.

Men are of two kinds, and he Was of the kind I’d like to be. Some preach their virtues, and a f… Express their lives by what they d… That sort was he. No flowery phra…

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