Isn’t it fine when the day is done… And the petty battles are lost or… When the gold is made and the ink… To quit the struggle and turn asid… To spend an hour with your boy in…

Little woman, hourly sitting, Something for a soldier knitting, What in fancy can you see? Many pictures come to me Through the stitch that now you’re…

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

The women of the sailors, unto the… They never hear the breaking waves… But that their hearts are anguish-… For the women of the sailors it’s… The women of the sailors, unto the…

Let the old fire blaze An’ the youngsters shout An’ the dog on the rug Sprawl full length out, An’ Mother an’ I

Swiftly the changes come. Each da… Sees some lost beauty blown away And some new touch of lovely grace Come into life to take its place. The little babe that once we had

I’ve trudged life’s highway up and… I’ve watched the lines of men marc… I’ve seen them in the busy town, And seen them under country sky; I’ve talked with toilers in the ra…

rose unto the bights of fame And with the great men stood, He heard the people cheer his name And speak of him as good. Success at last he had attained

We have wandered afar in our hunti… We have scorned the soul’s duty to… We have lived for our laughter and… And paid little heed to the soul’s… But light were the burdens that fr…

There are different kinds of heroe… They get their pictures printed, a… There are heroes known to glory th… In the service of their country an… There are brave men in the trenche…

None knows the day that friends mu… None knows how near is sorrow; If there be laughter in your heart… Don’t hold it for to-morrow. Smile all the smiles you can to-da…

THE little old-fashioned church,… Where the sunbeams to worship came… And the choir was composed of the… The little old-fashioned church th… With its plain, wooden cross on th…

I’LL never be rich. I’m too fond of the joy Of a certain small girl And a certain small boy; And the nights full of fun

Curling smoke from a chimney low, And only a few more steps to go, Faces pressed at a window pane Watching for someone to come again… And I am the someone they wait to…

Mothers never change, I guess, In their tender thoughtfulness. Makes no difference that you grow Up to forty years or so, Once you cough, you’ll find that s…