#English #XXCentury
Under the toiler’s grimy shirt, Under the sweat and the grease and… Under the rough outside you view, Is a man who thinks and feels as y… Go talk with him,
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…
Gentle hands that never weary toil… vineyard sweet, Eyes that seem forever cheery when… they chance to meet, Tender, patient, brave, devoted, t…
MINE is a song of the average ma… Who has been on earth since the wo… You’ll find him kind and you’ll fi… You’ll find him cheerful and happy… He’s never proud and he’s never me…
You cannot gather every rose, Nor every pleasure claim, Nor bask in every breeze that blow… Nor play in every game. No millionaire could ever own
Poets have sung of the old-fashion… The old-fashioned pictures that hu… The old-fashioned people, the old-… The old-fashioned fashions they lo… The squeaky armchair that our gran…
They lived together thirty years, I Through storm and sunshine, wea… They shared each other’s hopes and… She still his sweetheart, he her b… She, proud of him, though he was n…
THE way to make friends is as eas… As breathing the fresh morning air… It isn’t an art to be studied Alone by the men who can spare The time from their every day labo…
When all that matters shall be wri… And the long record of our years i… Where sham, like flesh, must peris… When the tomb closes on our fair r… And priest and layman, sage and mo…
Under the shade of trees, Flat on my back at ease, Lulled by the hum of bees, There’s where I rest; Breathing the scented air,
They ain’t much, seen from day to… The big elm tree across the way, The church spire, an’ the meetin’… Lit up by many a friendly face. You pass 'em by a dozen times
The star upon their service flag h… It speaks no more of hope and life… But splendidly it glistens now for… And softly whispers: ‘Here lived… ’Here once he walked and played an…
Out in the woods with a dog an’ gu… Is my idea of a real day’s fun. ‘Tain’t the birds that I’m out to… That furnish me with the finest th… ‘Cause I never worry or fret a lo…
HE has not lived in vain If men can say When he has passed away: “He labored not for gain.’ If one can truly say:
The leaves are falling one by one, The Summer days are past and gone… The nights are cool and damp; The little children think it stran… At tea-time, for they note the cha…