Tell me, what is half so sweet As a baby’s tiny feet, Pink and dainty as can be, Like a coral from the sea? Talk of jewels strung in rows,

If certain folks that I know well Should come to me their woes to te… I’d read the sorrow in their faces And I could analyze their cases. I watch some couples day by day

Old-fashioned flowers! I love the… The morning-glories on the wall, The pansies in their patch of shad… The violets, stolen from a glade, The bleeding hearts and columbine,

fight worth while on this good old… Isn’t the fight for a hoard of gol… It isn’t the fight to increase you… In stocks and bonds and things to… It isn’t the fight for a higher pl…

He is with you every minute, in th… And your caddie’s quick to sense i… If you hear your trials bravely, i… You will find the little fellow tr… If you show the proper spirit when…

I’ve sipped a rich man’s sparkling… His silverware I’ve handled. I’ve placed these battered legs of… ‘Neath tables gayly candled. I dine on rare and costly fare

He limped into the place one day,… ‘Just half a man,’ he told the bos… An accident did this to me, ’twere… It robbed me of efficiency, but le… The boss said kindly unto him: 'T…

There’s a bump on his brow and a s… That is plainly the stain of his t… At his neck there’s a glorious sun… The bronze of his happiest years. Oh, he’s battered and bruised at t…

One day, in ages dark and dim, A toiler, weary, worn and faint, Who found his task too much for hi… Gave voice unto a sad complaint. And seeking emphasis to give

I’M glad I have a wife at home That’s patient, kind and true; I ‘m glad a little tot of three At home waits for me, too; I ’m glad that I can see them bot…

Does the grouch get richer quicker… Can the grumbler labor better than… Is the mean and churlish neighbor… Who shouts a glad ‘good morning,’… Just stop and think about it. Ha…

As fall the leaves, so drop the da… In silence from the tree of life; Born for a little while to blaze In action in the heat of strife, And then to shrivel with Time’s b…

I like to see the flowers grow, To see the pansies in a row; I think a well-kept garden’s fine, And wish that such a one were mine… But one can’t have a stock of flow…

She was gentle, she was true, And her tender eyes of blue Seemed to mock the morning sunbeam… And the starlight of the night; And her laughter seemed to trill

We were settin’ there an’ smokin’… Like licker, votes for wimmin, an’… When he ups an’ strokes his whiske… ‘Changin’ laws an’ legislatures ai… Goin’ to make this world much bett…