Lord let me not in service lag. Let me be worthy of our flag. Let me remember when I’m tired, The sons heroic who have died. In freedom’s name and in my way,

He was just a small church parson… Looked and dressed and acted like… He wore the cleric’s broadcloth an… But he had a man’s religion and he… And he heard the call to duty, and…

I freely confess there are good fr… With whom we are often invited to… Who get on my nerves so that I ca… Or stay with my usual ease in my s… For I know that if something shou…

The father toils at his work all d… And he hums this song as he plods… ‘Heigho! for the mother and babe o… Who watch at the window each night… Their smiles are ever before my ey…

So long as men shall be on earth There will be tasks for them to do… Some way for them to show their wo… Each day shall bring its problems… And men shall dream of mightier de…

It’s the dull road that leads to t… The practice that leads to success… The work road that leads to the pl… It is trouble that breeds happines… It’s the hard work and merciless g…

When he was just a lad in school, He used to sit around and fool And watch the clock and say: ‘I can’t see that I’ll ever need This stuff the teacher makes me re…

BEFORE you came, my little lad, I used to think that I was good, Some vicious habits, too, I had, But wouldn’t change them if I cou… I held my head up high and said:

SWEET is a rosebud, pink or red, And sweet are the blooms of May, And sweet is the fragrance about u… On many a summer day. Oh, the world is full of such swee…

When I wanted something I couldn’… A suit of clothes or a Sunday tie… Or a new straw hat when the sun wa… I used to feel sore about it. I used to go 'round with a face dr…

Little Master Mischievous, that’s… There’s no better title that descr… Into something all the while where… Prying into matters that are not f… Little Master Mischievous, order’…

IT ‘S human for a woman To enjoy a little cry; Though a man will grin and bear ’e… And pass little troubles by, A woman seeks a pillow

The dead friends live and always w… Their presence hovers round us sti… It seems to me they come to share Each joy or sorrow that we bear. Among the living I can feel

Show me the boy who never threw A stone at someone’s cat; Or never hurled a snowball swift At someone’s high silk hat. Who never ran away from school,

It may be I am getting old and li… Upon the days of bygone years, the… But thinking of them now I wish s… A simple old Thanksgiving Day, li… When all the family gathered round…