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,

Life is a struggle for peace, A longing for rest, A hope for the battles to cease, A dream for the best; And he is not living who stays

There’s a lot of joy in the smilin… there’s plenty of morning sun, And laughter and songs and dances,… when-ever the day’s work’s done; Full many an hour is a shining one…

Apples on the table an’ the grate-… Oh, I’m sure the whole world hasn… The Mother sittin’ mendin’ little… An’ tellin’ all that’s happened th… Oh, I don’t know how to say it, b…

Full many a flag the breeze has ki… Through ages long the morning sun Has risen over the early mist The flags of men to look upon. And some were red against the sky,

When a little baby dies And the wee form silent lies, And the little cheeks seem waxen And the little hands are still, Then your soul gives way to treaso…

It’s good to have the trees again,… It’s good to see the lilacs bloom… It’s good that we can feel again t… For hearts and minds, of sorrow no… The roses haven’t changed a bit, n…

I’SPOSE the big head bendin’ ov… Is my Pa. I 'spose that wiseacre whose talk… Is my Pa. I’ve not been here long—my days ar…

The world is filled with bustle an… It is filled with restless people… You can read it in their faces; th… When they’ll come to fame and fort… And I think as I behold them, tho…

To-day it’s dirt and dust and stea… To-morrow it will be the same, And through it all the soul must d… And try to play a manly game; Dirt, dust and steam and harsh com…

There’s a little chap at our house… Keeps the front lawn looking tidy… Doesn’t leave his little wagon, wh… On the sidewalk as he used to; now… When we call him in to supper, we…

Does the grouch get richer quicker… Can the grumbler labor better than… Is the mean and churlish neighbor… Who shouts a glad ‘good morning,’… Just stop and think about it. Ha…

Go up and change your collar,' mot… ‘For you can’t go out in that one,… There are splotches on the surface… ‘That is very queer,’ I answer, ‘… But I guess just what has happene…

TODAY is mine. Tomorrow may not… Next week, next year, I may not l… This hour I have. It is enough fo… To make by smiles, or mar by being… And so I strive to live this one…

OUT in the open, the wide sky abo… And the green meadows stretched at… Out in the open, midst scenes that… Where the rest hour is soothing an… Out in the country, where nature’s…