Some struggle hard for worldly fame, Some toil to have an honored name, And some have great ambition. A few there are who strive that they May save the heathen far away,

They say we must not hate, nor fight in… I’ve thought it over many a solemn hour, And cannot mildly view the man or state That has no thought, save only to be gre… I cannot love the creature drunk with po…

He wiped his shoes before his door, But ere he entered he did more; ’Twas not enough to cleanse his feet Of dirt they’d gathered in the street; He stood and dusted off his mind

Let others sing their songs of war And chant their hymns of splendid death, Let others praise the soldiers’ ways And hail the cannon’s flaming breath. Let others sing of Glory’s fields

SAY, Mister Carpenter, you know, you g… I guess your Pa and Ma forgot to teach… An’ I can’t come here any more to watch… Coz my Pa says a man like you ain’t got… You 'member yesterday, when you was nail…

No children in the house to play’€” It must be hard to live that way! I wonder what the people do When night comes on and the work is thro… With no glad little folks to shout,

The handy man about the house Is old and bent and gray; Each morning in the yard he toils, Where all the children play; Some new task every day he finds,

Along a stream that raced and ran Through tangled trees and over stones, That long had heard the pipes o’ Pan And shared the joys that nature owns, I met a fellow fisherman,

To gentle ways I am inclined; I have no wish to kill. To creatures dumb I would be kind; I like them all, but still Right now I think I’d like to be

SOMEBODY spoke a cheering word, Somebody praised his labor, And something deep in his soul was stirr… That night he smiled at his neighbor. He kissed his wife with a hearty smack,

He was going to be all that a mortal sho… Tomorrow. No one should be kinder or braver than h… Tomorrow. A friend who was troubled and weary he k…

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

I can pass up the lure of a jewel to wea… With never the trace of a sigh, The things on a shelf that I’d like for… I never regret I can’t buy. I can go through the town passing store…

I would rather be the daddy Of a romping, roguish crew, Of a bright-eyed chubby laddie And a little girl or two, Than the monarch of a nation

How fine it is at night to say: ‘I have not wronged a soul to-day. I have not by a word or deed, In any breast sowed anger’s seed, Or caused a fellow being pain;