#EnglishWriters #XXCentury
Better than land or gold or trade Are a high ideal and a purpose tru… Better than all of the wealth we’v… Is the work for others that now we… For Rome grew rich and she turned…
The leaves are falling one by one, The Summer days are past and gone… The nights are cool and damp; The little children think it stran… At tea-time, for they note the cha…
Gentle hands that never weary toil… vineyard sweet, Eyes that seem forever cheery when… they chance to meet, Tender, patient, brave, devoted, t…
IT is Slumberland time, and the s… And the sea is now golden and stil… And the big yellow moon has come u… And the Sandman is home from the… The fairy boat waits for my baby t…
GARDENING is hardening In every way you view it; It makes a fellow hustle, And it strengthens every muscle; It knots up many a tendon
Pete bristles when the doorbell ri… Last night he didn’t act the same. Dogs have a way of knowin’ things, An’ when the dreaded cable came, He looked at mother an’ he whined
HE WAS bo’n way down in Texas,… An’ a cloud’s so thin it’s easy to… An’ he grew among the quaint folk… In the mint an’ melon patches, an’… An’ he stored up all the sunshine…
Eagerly he took my dime, Then shuffled on his way, Thick with sin and filth and grime… But I wondered all that day How the man had gone astray.
AH Nellie, you were always fair,… I’ve sung about your wealth of hai… Your charms are many I confess, b… To praise in my poor humble way th… It may be other maidens play a bet…
OUT of the darkness and shadow of… Out of the anguish that wells from… Into the splendor of spiritual bre… Now we have burst like a lily in b… Sweetened is sorrow and strengthen…
HE struck me! A man I scarce knew, 'though he h… my name, Came into my office repeating the… And talked for a moment of this an…
Every night she runs to me With a bandaged arm or a bandaged… A stone-bruised heel or a swollen… And in sorrowful tones she tells m… She fell and 'hurted herse’f to-da…
The little house is not too small To shelter friends who come to cal… Though low the roof and small its… It holds the Lord’s abounding gra… And every simple room may be
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 i… With no glad little folks to shout…
There’s a heap of pent-up goodness in the yellow bantam corn, And I sort o’ like to linger round a berry patch at morn; Oh, the Lord has set our table
