#English #XXCentury
SINCE I have done my best, I do Not fear the outcome; here I stan… Prepared for judgment when men vie… The labor of my heart and hand. If good, then happy I shall be,
You think that the failures are ma… You think the successes are few, But you judge by the rule of the p… And not by the good that men do. You judge men by standards of trea…
When the burden grows heavy, and r… When you falter and slip, and it i… And your best doesn’t measure to w… When you know in your heart that y… With the odds all against you, the…
I might not ever scale the mountai… Where all the great men stand in g… I may not ever gain the world’s de… Or win a wreath of laurel for my b… I may not gain the victories that…
He couldn’t use his driver any bet… Than the chap that he was licking,… I could hit them with a brassie ju… But I piled up several sevens whi… And he trimmed me to a finish, and…
What do I want my boy to be? Oft is the question asked of me, And oft I ask it of myself– What corner, niche or post or shel… In the great hall of life would I
God grant me these: the strength… Some needed service here; The wisdom to be brave and true; The gift of vision clear, That in each task that comes to me
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…
I SING the family party that onc… The old time family parties we gav… When every near-relation and dista… The married ones with children, A… The grandpas and the grandmas, yes…
We were sittin’ there, and smokin’ of our pipes, discussi… Like taxes, votes for wimmin, an’ the totterin’ thrones of kings… When he ups an’ strokes his whiske…
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
Love Truth went forth on a search one d… I For the source of love that he… He had found its depth and its bre… He met a miser, bent and old,
I wonder if he’ll stop to think, When the long years have traveled… Who heard his plea: ‘I want a dri… Who was the first to hear him cry? I wonder if he will recall
A man doesn’t whine at his losses, A man doesn’t whimper and fret, Or rail at the weight of his cross… And ask life to rear him a pet. A man doesn’t grudgingly labor
Less hate and greed Is what we need And more of service true; More men to love The flag above