I think my country needs my vote, I know it doesn’t need my throat, My lungs and larynx, too; And so I sit at home at night And teach my children what is righ…

As a golfer I’m not one who cops… I shall always be a member of the… There are times my style is positi… I am awkward in my handling of the… I am not a skillful golfer, nor a…

When I was just a little lad Not more than eight or nine, One special treat to make me glad Was set apart as ‘mine.’ On baking days she granted me

The sweetest soul I ever knew I Had suffered untold sorrow, Had wept full many a long night th… And feared the dark tomorrow. Oh! she had seen her baby die

For all the beauties of the day, The innocence of childhood’s play, For health and strength and laught… Dear Lord, our thanks we now repe… For this our daily gift of food

A man doesn’t whine at his losses, A man doesn’t whimper and fret, Or rail at the weight of his cross… And ask life to rear him a pet. A man doesn’t grudgingly labor

We all are warriors with sin. Cru… we come to earth With spotless plumes and shining s… with foes and prove our worth. The world is but a battlefield whe…

Something to talk about, something… Something to laugh at the whole da… Something to look at with pride an… Something for friends to come in j… Something you can’t sum up all the…

I saw him in the distance, as the… A shivery little fellow standing i… And a little pile of clothing very… He was owner of a gladness that ha… I have shivered as he shivered, I…

If you would know a happy man, Go find the fellow who Has had a bout with trouble grim And just come smiling through. The load is off his shoulders now,

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…

Here’s to the men! Since Adam’s t… They’ve always been the same; Whenever anything goes wrong, The woman is to blame. From early morn to late at night,

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;

I’d like to be a boy again, a care… I’d like to tread the hills and da… I’d like the tattered shirt again,… The ugly, dusty feet again that lo… I’d like to play first base again,…

Apples on the table an’ the grate-… Oh, I’m sure the whole world hasn… The Mother sittin’ mendin’ little… An’ tellin’ all that’s happened th… Oh, I don’t know how to say it, b…