It’s a bigger thing you’re doing t… We have lived the days of pleasure… And upon your manly shoulders fall… Yours must be the sacrifices of th… Oh, I don’t know how to say it, b…

It makes me smile to hear 'em tell… The burdens they are bearing, with… Of course the cost of living has g… And our kids are wearing garments… Now my father wasn’t wealthy, but…

Little woman, hourly sitting, Something for a soldier knitting, What in fancy can you see? Many pictures come to me Through the stitch that now you’re…

HE died a poor man, so they say, Few were the dollars stored away By him while he lived, and yet His memory I’ll not forget. A spendthrift! True, but not for…

She said she was sorry the weather… The night that she asked us to din… And she really appeared inexpressi… Because she had hoped 'twould be f… She was sorry to hear that my wife…

We’ve raised a flagpole on the far… And flung Old Glory to the sky, And it’s another touch of charm That seems to cheer the passer-by, But more than that, no matter wher…

I wish I was a poet like the men… The poems that we have to learn on… I’d write of things that children… An’ when the kids recited them the… If I’d been born a Whittier, inst…

Sunshine and shadow, blue sky and… Laughter and tears as we tread on… Hearts that are heavy, then hearts… Eyes that are misty and eyes that… Losses and gains in the heat of th…

I’M allus glad when my Pa gets ba… From the shu-shu cars and the rail… Or a big boat ride, which he often… Oh, I 'm orful glad when he’s bac… Jes’ as soon as he’s kissed my ma…

At The Millennium WHENEVER men and women learn To be themselves from day to day, To spend no more than what they ea… Not caring what their neighbors sa…

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

His comrades have enlisted, but hi… His soul is sick with coward shame… His eyes no longer sparkle, and hi… And I think that she has lost him… Oh, I’m sorry for the mother, but…

The world is full of gladness, There are joys of many kinds, There’s a cure for every sadness, That each troubled mortal finds. And my little cares grow lighter

BACK UP Old Age and Wrinkled… Come, Selfish Grown-Up, quit the… You Pessimist, depart! Now, Gloomy Gus and Doleful Frow… There is no room for you in town,

We have boasted our courage in mom… Our star-spangled banner we’ve flu… We have taught men to cheer for it… And have called it the flag of the… Now the dark days are here, we mus…