#English #XXCentury #1917 #JustFolks
God of battles, be with us now: Guard our sons from the lead of sh… Watch our sons when the cannons fl… Let them not to a tyrant bow. God of battles, to Thee we pray:
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
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…
WHAT of the glories after death, When this frail form gives up its… Why do we strive to understand The Future when the Now’s at hand… What matters it to you and me
Lord, we’ve had our little wrangle… There’s many a time, I reckon, th… My tongue’s a trifle hasty an’ my… An’ Mother, let me tell you, has… But I couldn’t live without her,…
‘Dear Father,’ he wrote me from S… Where he’s waiting with Pershing… ‘There’s little the censor permits… Save the fact that I’m here and a… The French people cheered as we m…
Oh, we have friends in England, a… And should we have to travel there… Undaunted we should sail away, and… Because awaiting us would be someb… Full many a journey here we make w…
I might have been rich if I’d wan… I’ve made. I might have had fame if I’d soug… purposely played. Now I’m standing to-day on the fa…
There’s nothing that builds up a t… Like a day on a stream, Back on the banks of the old fishi… Where a fellow can dream. There’s nothing so good for a man…
The rich may pay for orchids rare,… Flings out its blossoms to the wor… And all who sigh for loveliness ma… And claim a richer beauty than man… The blooming cherry trees are free…
A warm house and a ruddy fire, To what more can man aspire? Eyes that shine with love aglow, Is there more for man to know? Whether home be rich or poor,
Over the hills of time to the vall… Over the roads of woe to the land… Up from the haunts of men to the p… This is the march of mortality to… Troopers we are in life, warring a…
The job will not make you, my boy; The job will not bring you to fame Or riches or honor or joy Or add any weight to your name. You may fail or succeed where you…
She put her arms about my neck, And whispered low to me: ‘I’m thinking daddy, dear, how nic… And lovely it would be If only every little girl
I’m the bumps and bruises doctor; I’m the expert that they seek When their rough and tumble playin… Leaves a scar on leg or cheek. I’m the rapid, certain curer