#English #XXCentury #1916 #AHeapO'Livin'
Luck had a favor to bestow And wondered where to let it go. ‘No lazy man on earth,’ said she, ‘Shall get this happy gift from me… ’I will not pass it to the man
IT ‘S human for a woman To enjoy a little cry; Though a man will grin and bear ’e… And pass little troubles by, A woman seeks a pillow
My father knows the proper way The nation should be run; He tells us children every day Just what should now be done. He knows the way to fix the trusts…
Songs of rejoicin’, Of love and of cheer, Are the songs that I’m yearnin’ f… Year after year. The songs about children
Jes’ the sort o’ weather and jes’… Which seem to suit my fancy, with… On a sea o’ smooth blue water. Oh… With an 'I’ in all my thinkin’, b… That the Lord who made us humans…
This is the sort of a man was he: True when it hurt him a lot to be; Tight in a corner an’ knowin’ a li… Would have helped him out, but he… His freedom there in so cheap a wa…
Mine is a song of hope For the days that lie before; For the grander things The morrow brings When the struggle days are o’er.
THE little old-fashioned church,… Where the sunbeams to worship came… And the choir was composed of the… The little old-fashioned church th… With its plain, wooden cross on th…
Old women say that men don’t know The pain through which all mothers… And maybe that is true, and yet I vow I never shall forget The night he came. I suffered, to…
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,
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…
Troubles? Sure I’ve lots of them, Got ‘em heaped up by the score, Got ’em baled and bundled up, Got ‘em hid behind the door. Got ’em young and got ‘em old,
I never knew, until they went, How much their laughter really mea… I never knew how much the place Depended on each little face; How barren home could be and drear
A warm house and a ruddy fire, To what more can man aspire? Eyes that shine with love aglow, Is there more for man to know? Whether home be rich or poor,
God grant me these: the strength… Some needed service here; The wisdom to be brave and true; The gift of vision clear, That in each task that comes to me