The finest tribute we can pay Unto our hero dead to-day, Is not a rose wreath, white and re… In memory of the blood they shed; It is to stand beside each mound,

GOOD, kindly Mother Nature play… No favorites, but smiles for all Who care to tread her pleasant way… And listen to the song birds’ call… The tulips and the violets grow

I’ve watched him change from his b… To little frocks, and later on I… And though it was of calico, those… Until the day we all agreed ’twas… I say I’ve seen the changes come,…

A PAT on the back is a wonderful… It gives a man courage to whistle… When hope is departing, the outloo… A pat on the back then says volume… It whispers: 'Keep at it! You’re…

HUSH, little ones don’t make a n… Pick up your dolls and pick up you… Pick up your Teddy Bear, Johnny,… How quiet a youngster tonight you… Daddy will wash up the dishes, whi…

The miser thinks he’s living when… The soldier calls it living when h… The sailor thinks it living to be… And upon this vital subject no two… But I hold to the opinion, as I w…

My name is Johnny Vincent Brown, I live on Leicester Court, My Pa’s not here, he’s gone downt… An’ I am three feet short, An’ I weigh sixty-three pounds, t…

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…

An apple tree beside the way, Drinking the sunshine day by day According to the Master’s plan, Had been a faithful friend to man. It had been kind to all who came,

HE died a poor man, so they say, Few were the dollars stored away By him while he lived, and yet His memory I’ll not forget. A spendthrift! True, but not for…

Last night Pa said to Ma: 'My de… It’s time I did a little job I do… I wisht 'at I was rich enough to… The dirty work around this house a… But since I’m not, I’m truly glad…

As fall the leaves, so drop the da… In silence from the tree of life; Born for a little while to blaze In action in the heat of strife, And then to shrivel with Time’s b…

There’s the mother at the doorway,… And the little parlor windows with… There are shaggy asters blooming i… And the simplest of the blossoms s… Oh, there isn’t any mansion undern…

Last night Ma said to Pa: 'My de… The Williamsons are coming here To visit for a week or two, An’ I must have a talk with you. We need some things which we must…

‘Men will grow weary,’ said the L… ‘Of working for their bed and boar… They’ll weary of the money chase And want to find a resting place Where hum of wheel is never heard