So easy to say what another should do, So easy to settle his cares, So easy to tell him what roads to pursue… And dispose of the burdens he bears. It is easy to bid him be brave and stron…

I know that what I did was wrong; I should have sent you far away. You tempted me, and I’m not strong; I tried but couldn’t answer nay. I should have packed you off to bed;

Men are of two kinds, and he Was of the kind I’d like to be. Some preach their virtues, and a few Express their lives by what they do. That sort was he. No flowery phrase

YOU don’t weigh more than thirty pounds… Your legs are little, plump and fat, And yet you patter on your rounds The whole day long within our flat. Yes, ceaselessly, you come and go,

WHEN I was but a little tad I used to… Tell friends about the good old days for… My dear old kindly gran’dad, too, explai… When he was in his twenties, and could d… The burden of their song always was this…

Nobody stops at the rich man’s door to p… Nobody shouts a ‘hello!’ to him in the g… Nobody comes to his porch at night and s… And talks till it’s time to go to bed.… Nobody just happens in to call on the lo…

MEBBE I shall weep tomorrow, Mebbe I shall lose my job, Mebbe bowed in grief and sorrow I shall sit alone and sob. Mebbe trouble grim is comin’,

He wiped his shoes before his door, But ere he entered he did more; ’Twas not enough to cleanse his feet Of dirt they’d gathered in the street; He stood and dusted off his mind

He shall be great who serves his country… He shall be loved who ever guards her fa… His worth the starry banner long shall t… Who loves his land too much to stoop to… Who shares the splendor of these sunny s…

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,

Under the shade of trees, Flat on my back at ease, Lulled by the hum of bees, There’s where I rest; Breathing the scented air,

Comes in flying from the street; 'Where’s Mamma?’ Friend or stranger thus he’ll greet: 'Where’s Mamma?’ Doesn’t want to say hello,

CAESAR did a few things, Horace wrote in style, Good old Plato knew things Very much worth while. Famous Aristotle

None knows the day that friends must par… None knows how near is sorrow; If there be laughter in your heart, Don’t hold it for to-morrow. Smile all the smiles you can to-day;

Lord, we’ve had our little wrangles, an’… There’s many a time, I reckon, that we… My tongue’s a trifle hasty an’ my temper… An’ Mother, let me tell you, has a stin… But I couldn’t live without her, an’ it…