#English #XXCentury #1916 #AHeapO'Livin'
When God first viewed the rose He… He smiled, and thought it passing… Upon the bloom His hands He laid, And gently blessed each petal ther… He summoned in His artists then
I might wish the world were better… I might sit around and sigh For a water that is wetter And a bluer sort of sky. There are times I think the weath…
The bright spots in my life are wh… Although that grim disturbance bri… The week between the old girl’s’ r… Is one that’s filled with happines… The charm of living’s back again—a…
Vacation time! How glad it seemed When as a boy I sat and dreamed Above my school books, of the fun That I should claim when toil was… And, Oh, how oft my youthful eye
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…
I will lend you, for a little time… A child of mine, He said. For you to love the while he lives… And mourn for when he’s dead. It may be six or seven years,
OH, you laughing little fellow, w… And your golden curls a-mockin’ al… With your cheeks a wee bit redder… You don’t know just what you mean… With your rompin’ and your shoutin…
She is gentle, kind and fair, And there’s silver in her hair; She has known the touch of sorrow, But the smile of her is sweet; And sometimes it seems to me
He isn’t very brilliant and his pa… There’s nothing very flashy in his… He has to dig and labor for the th… And lie’s busy learning something… The clever men go by him in a hurr…
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…
‘They say my boy is bad,’ she said… A tired old woman, thin and very f… ‘They caught him robbing railroad… Must spend from five to seven year… His Pa an’ I had hoped so much fo…
Who does his task from day to day And meets whatever comes his way, Believing God has willed it so. Has found real greatness here belo… Who guards his post, no matter whe…
A boy and his dad on a fishing tri… There is a glorious fellowship! Father and son and the open sky, And the white clouds lazily drifti… And the laughing stream as it runs…
Strange thoughts come to the man a… ’Tis then, if ever, he talks with… And views himself as a single clod In the soil of life where the soul… ’Tis then he questions the why and…
I don’t mind the man with a red bl… At a real or a fancied wrong; I can stand for the chap with a gr… To drop it when joy comes along; I have praise for the fellow who s…