AGE is calling to me, with his fi… It is urging me to wander down the… It has lined my cheeks with furrow… And is ever whispering to me that… But the heart of me keeps saying,…

Good books are friendly things to… If you are busy they will wait. They will not call you on the phon… Or wake you if the hour is late. They stand together row by row,

There in the flame of the open gra… All that is good in the past I se… Red-lipped youth on the swinging g… Bright-eyed youth with its minstre… Girls and boys that I used to kno…

It isn’t the money you’re making, it isn’t the clothes you wear, And it isn’t the skill of your goo… It’s the smile on your face and the light of your eye and the burd…

Full many a time a thought has com… That had a bitter meaning in it. And in the conversation’s hum I lost it ere I could begin it. I’ve had it on my tongue to spring

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…

You may talk of stylish raiment, You may boast your broadcloth fine… And the price you gave in payment May be treble that of mine. But there’s one suit I’d not trad…

With a twinkle in his eye He’d come gayly walkin’ by An’ he’d whistle to the children An’ he’d beckon 'em to come, Then he’d chuckle low an’ say,

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…

Up to the ceiling And down to the floor, Hear him now squealing And calling for more. Laughing and shouting,

This is the song of the many Who seldom are mentioned in praise… The glorious millions of toilers Who splendidly live out their days… The millions unlured by great rich…

For strength to face the battle’s… For men that dare to die for right… For hearts above the lure of gold And fortune’s soft and pleasant wa… For courage of our days of old,

BEIN’ uncle to the kids, Laughin’ lips an’ drowsy lids Grimy hands an’ tattered clothes, Cheeks as red as any rose; Willie Browns an’ Jimmy Whites,

When winter shuts a fellow in and… There’s nothing else for him to do… And then before an open fire he sm… He seems to see a picture show of… No ordinary film is that which mem…

He has not served who gathers gold… Nor has he served, whose life is t… In selfish battles he has won, Or deeds of skill that he has done… But he has served who now and then