#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1917 #JustFolks
The world’s too busy now to pause To listen to a whiner’s cause; It has no time to stop and pet The sulker in a peevish fret, Who wails he’ll neither work nor play
#1916 #AHeapO'Livin'
At 10 p. M. COME, let us make merry with innocent… Let us drink to the year that is dying; Let us wish one another the best that’s… Now quickly, the moments are flying.
You don’t begrudge the labor when the ro… You don’t recall the dreary days that wo… You don’t recall a single care You spent upon the garden there; And all the toil
I KNOW the rose will bloom again As soon as it is June, The robin will return by then To sing his merry tune. I know the wintry cold will pass,
IT isn’t the blue in the skies, Nor the song of the whispering trees, The light in a fair maiden’s eyes, My joy is far greater than these; You will pardon my arrogance please,
IT’S easy to be right when the multitud… It is easy to have courage when you’re f… But it’s altogether different when the m… To fight for what you know is right with… It’s easy to be honest when the multitud…
I’d like to give 'em all they ask’it hur… And say they cannot have the things they… Yet now and then they plead for what I… Or what I can’t afford to buy, and that… They little know or understand how happy…
#1922 #AllThatMatters
OF ALL the ships that sail life’s sea, The Comradeship’s the one for me; In weather fair or weather foul, A pleasant breeze or gales that howl, An ocean smooth or troubled sea,
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,
He swore that he’d be true to her, If she would only marry him; That as his wife, throughout his life She’d never know a moment grim. He vowed that he would toil for her,
‘Tell us a story,’ comes the cry From little lips when nights are cold, And in the grate the flames leap high. ‘Tell us a tale of pirates bold, Or fairies hiding in the glen,
#1919 #ThePathToHome
God has been good to men. He gave His Only Son their souls to save, And then he made a second gift, Which from their dreary lives should lif… The tyrant’s yoke and set them free
#1918 #OverHere
IF you like a brother here, Tell him so; If you hold his friendship dear, Let him know; All the roses that you spread
The green is in the meadow and the blue… And all of Nature’s artists have their… With a few days bright with sunshine and… They will start to splash their colors q… There’s an artist waiting ready at each…
Some will heed the call to arms, But all must heed the call to grit; The dreamers on the distant farms Must rally now to do their bit. The whirring lathes in factories great