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The roses are bedded for winter, t… The robins and martins have left u… The garden seems solemnly silent,… And I feel like a lonely old fell… All summer I’ve hovered about the…
This I would like to be– braver a… Just a bit wiser because I am old… Just a bit kinder to those I may… Just a bit manlier taking defeat; This for the New Year my wish and…
I stood and watched him playing, A little lad of three, And back to me came straying The years that used to be; In him the boy was Maying
When he has suffered honest woe, I do not mind the man who grieves, But I hate him who stubs his toe And straightway gets a case of ‘ p…
I’ve’ felt some little thrills of… Along the pleasant lanes of life t… No great distinction have I claim… Some satisfactions sweet have come… But of the joyous thrills of life…
When Mrs. Malone got a letter fro… She started to read it aloud in he… ‘Dear Mary,’ it started, 'I can’t… I’m somewhere in France, and I’m… I’m chokin’ wid news thot I’d lik…
Sittin’ on the porch at night when… Just restin’ there an’ talkin’, wi… An’ my shirt band thrown wide open… Oh, it’s then I’m at my richest,… For the scent of early roses seems…
Life is a gift to be used every da… Not to be smothered and hidden awa… It isn’t a thing to be stored in t… Where you gather your keepsakes an… It isn’t a joy to be sipped now an…
IT’S a good old world we’re livin… With all its pain an’ sorrow; A world where friends are givin’ i… To cheer us till tomorrow. A world where folks come forward,…
We have room for the man with an h… With his heart on fire and his eye… We have room for the man with a pu… Who comes to our shores to start l… But we haven’t an inch of space fo…
Some have the gift of song and som… Some have the gift of leadership a… And fame and wealth reward their f… told, But in good time their favorites g…
My Pa he eats his breakfast in a funny sort of way: We hardly ever see him at the first meal of the day. Ma puts his food before him
Let philosophers say that it’s all… No matter what happens awry, I defy one to smile who spills pie… Especially loose pumpkin pie.
SEPTEMBER with her brushes dip… Now comes to paint the valleys and… And we forget completely that the… As we gaze upon the color that she… For all that we remember
I have known the green trees and t… And the blossoms of spring and the… I have known the blue sea, and the… And the song of the pines and the… And should I pass now, I could sa…