#English #XXCentury #1916 #AHeapO'Livin'
I’m up against it day by day, My ignorance is distressing; The things I don’t know on the wa… I’m busily confessing. Time was I used to think I knew
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…
IF no one ever went ahead, If we had seen no friend depart And mourned him for a while as dea… How great would be our fear to sta… If no one for us led the way,
The path o’ little children is the… Where green is every valley and ev… Where laughter’s always ringing an… And where the hurts are little hur… The path o’ little children, on th…
A friend is one who stands to shar… Your every touch of grief and care… He comes by chance, but stays by c… Your praises he is quick to voice. No grievous fault or passing whim
Promotion comes to him who sticks Unto his work and never kicks, Who watches neither clock nor sun To tell him when his task is done; Who toils not by a stated chart,
HERE’S to the men who laugh In the face of grim despair, Who gather the tares and chaff But sow with a cheerful air. Here’s to the smiling men
‘Men will grow weary,’ said the L… ‘Of working for their bed and boar… They’ll weary of the money chase And want to find a resting place Where hum of wheel is never heard
I don’t see why Pa likes him so, And seems so glad to have him come… He jabs my ribs and wants to know If here and there it’s hurting som… He holds my wrist, coz there are t…
At 10 p. M. COME, let us make merry with inn… Let us drink to the year that is d… Let us wish one another the best t… Now quickly, the moments are flyin…
His eye was wild and his face was taut with anger and hate and rage, And the things he muttered were much too strong for the ink of the printed page. I found him there when the dusk...
When I was but a little lad, not… I noticed in a general way my dad… He liked the little ways I had, t… Sometimes he gave me words of prai… And when I’d done a thing worth w…
When I was young and frivolous an… When I was always doing wrong, or… When I was just a lad of seven an… It seemed to me that every day I… And strangers used to shake their…
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…
You’re just a little fellow with a… Just three-foot-six of mischief se… You’re always up to something with… And you leave a trail o’ ruin on t… An’ I wonder, as I watch you, an’…