Home was never home before, Till the baby came. Love no golden jewels wore, Till the baby came. There was joy, but now it seems

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

‘The world is against me,’ he said… ‘Somebody stops every scheme that… The world has me down and it’s kee… I don’t get a chance. Oh, the wor… When a fellow is poor then he can’…

When sorrow comes, as come it must… In God a man must place his trust… There is no power in mortal speech The anguish of his soul to reach, No voice, however sweet and low,

BLUE skies mighty temptin’, an’… An’ my wo’k is gettin’ harder eber… Ain’t a-takin’ any int’rest in de… Jes’ sittin’ heah an’ wishin’ time… Jes’ a-wishin’ fo’ de fishin’

Sunshine and shadow and laughter a… These are forever the paints of th… Splashed on the canvas of life day… We are the artists, the colors are… We are the painters, the pigments…

“BUSINESS is business,' he sai… As he gave me short weight in my p… ‘In business there isn’t much sent… Said he, as he charged me the extr… ‘Once I trusted a friend and he d…

Way out in the woods there are bro… By the light of a candle, in Gree… And in far away places are thousan… Who several languages speak. I have sat near a stove in a queer…

Little mother, life’s adventure ca… Yet he will return to you on some… Dry your tears and cease to sigh,… Brave and strong he will come back… Little mother, heed them not—they…

Whenever I walk through God’s Ac… I wonder how often the mute voices… ‘I will do a kind deed or will lig… Or rise to a sacrifice splendid– t… I wonder how many fine thoughts un…

Ain’t it fine when things are goin… Topsy-turvy and askew To discover someone showing Good old-fashioned faith in you? Ain’t it good when life seems drea…

It is not ornamental, the cost is… There are other things far more us… Though of all my possesions, there… With that white leather apron, whi… As a young lad I wondered just wh…

If you can smooth his path a bit, Bring laughter to his worried face… Restore today his stock of grit And help him all his troubles chas… If you can speak one word of prais…

Show the flag and let it wave As a symbol of the brave Let it float upon the breeze As a sign for each who sees That beneath it, where it rides,