There’s a heap o’ satisfaction in… An’ I’m always glad I’m livin’ wh… An’ I guess at every meal-time I’… For I like whatever dishes Mother… But there’s just one bit of eatin’…

Be grateful for the kindly friends… Be grateful for the skies of blue… Be grateful for the health you own… For round about you there are men… Be grateful for the growing trees,…

THEY say somewhere in the distan… Is the town of Nothing-to-Do, Where the sun, they say, shines ev… And the skies are always blue; Where no one tries for a silver pr…

I believe in the world and its big… That most of the hearts beating ro… That days are but footsteps and ye… That lead us to beauty and singing… That roses that blossom and toiler…

There are noises that freeze up th… There’s the sound of the burglar a… As he’s picking the lock, and the… Of a wind-worried door I thought… But there’s nothing that frightens…

IN parting from a dear old friend… There’s bound to be some bitter so… An’ as a rule, the lovin’ ones wil… The station, softly cry in’ while… Oh, it’s so hard to say good-bye,…

He came down the stairs on the lau… Where patriots were eating and dri… The tap of his crutch on the marbl… Caught my ear as I sat all alone… I turned—and a soldier my eyes fel…

“I work for someone else,” he said… “I have no chance to get ahead. At night I leave the job behind; At morn I face the same old grind… And everything I do by day

‘A rose by any other name would sm… Cried Romeo once, and truth he sp… And we should smell the autos down… Though gasoline were labeled Fren…

I don’t see why Pa likes him so, And seems so glad to have him come… He jabs my ribs and wants to know If here and there it’s hurting som… He holds my wrist, coz there are t…

We know not where the path may lea… The clouds are dark above us now,… And yet when all the storms have p… We shall be prouder of our flag th… We could not longer idle stay, spe…

YOU never hear a woman boast Of her endurance, yet I vow The tiniest mite o’ a woman has More courage than a man, somehow. Lor’ bless me, when I hear a man

We were sittin’ there, and smokin’ of our pipes, discussi… Like taxes, votes for wimmin, an’ the totterin’ thrones of kings… When he ups an’ strokes his whiske…

BEIN’ uncle to the kids, Laughin’ lips an’ drowsy lids Grimy hands an’ tattered clothes, Cheeks as red as any rose; Willie Browns an’ Jimmy Whites,

Perhaps the victory shall not come… Perhaps I shall not reach the goa… It may be at the last I shall be… And falter as the promised land I… Yet I must try for it and strive…