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 shou… The tyrant’s yoke and set them fre…

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,…

I want my boy to love his home, His Mother, yes, and me: I want him, wheresoe’er he’ll roam… With us in thought to be. I want him to love what is fine,

Be more than his dad, Be a chum to the lad; Be a part of his life Every hour of the day; Find time to talk with him,

A feller don’t start in to think o… the part that he’s playin’ down he… When there’s nobody lookin’ to him… an’ he don’t give a thought to nex… His faults don’t seem big an’ his…

When sorrow comes, as come it must… In God a man must place his trust… There is no power in mortal speech The anguish of his soul to reach, No voice, however sweet and low,

I notice when the news comes in Of one who’s claimed eternal glory… This simple phrase, ‘the next of k… Concludes the soldier’s final stor… This tells the world what voice wi…

Who is it lives to the full every… Gets all the joy and the fun that… Tough as they make 'em, and ready… Fit for a battle and fit for a cha… Heedless of buttons on blouses and…

If you would rise above the throng And seek the crown of fame, You must do more than drift along And merely play the game. Whatever path your feet may tread,

God grant my children may Not think in terms of gold When I have passed away And my poor form is cold. When I no more shall be,

The train of cars that Santa brou… While pa was showing how they went… They used to run around a track’at… Would let me take them in my hands… I could ’a’ had some fun with 'em,…

Love and laughter lead you Down the pathways of the year, And may each morning feed you From the golden spoon of cheer; May every eye be shining,

FAME is a fickle jade at best, And he who seeks to win her smile Must trudge, disdaining play or re… O’er many a long and weary mile. Nor must he work alone for her,

To gentle ways I am inclined; I have no wish to kill. To creatures dumb I would be kind… I like them all, but still Right now I think I’d like to be