Last year he wanted building block… And picture books and toys, A saddle horse that gayly rocks, And games for little boys. But now he’s big and all that stuf…

When a cake is nicely frosted and… And it looks as trim and proper as… Would it puzzle you at evening as… To find the chocolate missing from… As you viewed the cake in sorrow w…

We never knew how much the Flag Could mean, until he went away, We used to boast of it and brag, As something of a by-gone day; But now the Flag can start our te…

It is better to die for the flag, For its red and its white and its… Than to hang back and shirk and to… And let the flag sink out of view. It is better to give up this life

‘Wait till your Pa comes home!’ O… What a dreadful threat for a boy t… Yet never a boy of three or four But has heard it a thousand times… ‘Wait till your Pa comes home, my…

We have wandered afar in our hunti… We have scorned the soul’s duty to… We have lived for our laughter and… And paid little heed to the soul’s… But light were the burdens that fr…

I do not ask a store of wealth, Nor special gift of power; I hope always for strength and hea… To brave each troubled hour. But life would be distinctly good,

I’d like to steal a day and be All alone with little me, Little me that used to run Everywhere in search of fun; Little me of long ago

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…

The telephone rang in my office to… as it often has tinkled before. I turned in my chair in a half-gro… for a telephone call is a bore; And I thought, ‘It is somebody wa…

I SING the family party that onc… The old time family parties we gav… When every near-relation and dista… The married ones with children, A… The grandpas and the grandmas, yes…

Lord let me not in service lag. Let me be worthy of our flag. Let me remember when I’m tired, The sons heroic who have died. In freedom’s name and in my way,

The great were once as you. They whom men magnify to-day Once groped and blundered on life’… Were fearful of themselves, and th… By magic was men’s greatness wroug…

The world is full of roses, bloomi… They smile a morning welcome and a… And every oak and maple, and every… Have a song bird on their branches… But you never see a red rose waiti…

WHAT would be the use of singing… If there was no little woman near… What would be the use of righting… If a little woman didn’t cease to… What would be the use of getting r…