DIAMONDS wouldn’t tell yer all… The costliest gift the goldsmith m… There’s nothing known that gold ca… That could explain how glad I am… If I had all the wealth of earth…

HE died a poor man, so they say, Few were the dollars stored away By him while he lived, and yet His memory I’ll not forget. A spendthrift! True, but not for…

There must be great rejoicin’ on t… Shore to-day, An’ the big an’ little angels must… mighty gay: Could we look beyond the curtain n…

Oh, some shall stand in glory’s li… And many a mother there shall say,… But I shall stand in silence then… For I must answer at the last tha… When all this age shall pass away,…

I hold no dream of fortune vast, Nor seek undying fame. I do not ask when life is past That many know my name. I may not own the skill to rise

His mother’s eyes are saddened, an… are stained with tears, And I’m facing now the struggle t… dreaded through the years; For the boy that was our baby has…

A friend is one who stands to shar… Your every touch of grief and care… He comes by chance, but stays by c… Your praises he is quick to voice. No grievous fault or passing whim

AH Nellie, you were always fair,… I’ve sung about your wealth of hai… Your charms are many I confess, b… To praise in my poor humble way th… It may be other maidens play a bet…

Give me the house where the toys a… Where the dolls are asleep in the… Where the building blocks and the… And the soldiers guard the stairs. Let me step in a house where the t…

The walls have seemed to say to me Where have the sticky fingers gone That always found their way to me, And left their prints to gaze upon… The halls have worn a gloomy air

Only a dad, with a tired face, Coming home from the daily race, Bringing little of gold or fame, To show how well he has played the… But glad in his heart that his own…

Bit of a priest and a bit of sailo… Bit of a doctor and bit of a tailo… Bit of a lawyer, and bit of detect… Bit of a judge, for his work is co… Cheering the living and soothing t…

Mother and the baby! Oh, I know n… For all the dreams of all the worl… And be the baby in his cot or nest… The picture they present is one wi… Mother and the baby—and the mother…

I reckon the finest sight of all That a man can see in this world o… Ain’t the works of art on the gall… Or the red an’ white o’ the fust s… Or a hoard o’ gold from the yellow…