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…

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…

Swiftly the changes come. Each da… Sees some lost beauty blown away And some new touch of lovely grace Come into life to take its place. The little babe that once we had

I DON’T believe in worry, and it… And dreading what may happen never… I believe in facing trouble, witho… But it’s altogether different when… Oh, it’s altogether different when…

Show me the boy who never threw A stone at someone’s cat, Or never hurled a snowball swift At someone’s high silk hat— Who never ran away from school,

There may be finer pleasures than… And better ways to spend a day; th… There may be richer fellowship tha… But if there is, I know it not; i… Oh, some may choose to walk with k…

Somebody wants a new bonnet to wea… Somebody wants a new dress; Somebody needs a new bow for her h… And never the wanting grows less. Oh, this is the reason I labor ea…

The things that make a soldier gre… To face the flaming cannon’s mouth… Are lilacs by a little porch, the… The peonies and pansies, too, the… The grass plot where his children…

(In which Ye Ed attempts the mill… We stood at the tee and the driver… Then we put back the turf; At the ball, then a thing called t… Then we put back the turf.

When I was but a little lad, my o… That none should wind the clock bu… He’d fumble for the curious key ke… And set aside that little task ent… In time Grandfather passed away,…

My religion’s lovin’ God, who mad… Who marks, no matter where it be,… An’ my religion’s servin’ Him the… By not despisin’ anything He made… It’s lovin’ sky an’ earth an’ sun…

The moon swings low in the sky abo… And the twinkling stars shine brig… And a mother sings to her baby lov… Those wonderful songs of night; Those wonderful songs of sugar plu…

The walls have seemed to say to me Where have the sticky fingers gone That always found their way to me, And left their prints to gaze upon… The halls have worn a gloomy air

An auto is a helpful thing; I love the way the motor hums, I love each cushion and each sprin… The way it goes, the way it comes; It saves me many a dreary mile,