Old-fashioned flowers! I love the… The morning-glories on the wall, The pansies in their patch of shad… The violets, stolen from a glade, The bleeding hearts and columbine,

GIVE me a single day, I ask no m… From dawn to dusk, ah, that is tim… To reach the goal that I am striv… There is no need of further puttin… The little deeds of kindness I ma…

You may delve down to rock for you… You may go with your steel to the… You may purchase the best of the t… And the finest of workmanship buy. You may line with the rarest of ma…

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…

Thankful for the glory of the old… and Blue, For the spirit of America that st… and true, For the laughter of our children a…

Last night Pa said to Ma: 'My de… It’s time I did a little job I do… I wisht 'at I was rich enough to… The dirty work around this house a… But since I’m not, I’m truly glad…

The officers’ friend is the waiter… In the night air ’twas cold and wa… And they asked me to dine, which… For at dining I’ve talents I neve… Then a bright-eyed young fellow ca…

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…

There’s nothing cheers a fellow up… A handclasp and an honest smile th… And when at friendly doors you rin… From all life’s doubts to hear the… see you!’

It ain’ the ringing of the bell which calls me back to skule once… it ain’t that i must lurn to spell that makes my hart so orful soar: it ain’t that fracktions i must lu…

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…

Curly locks, what do you know of t… And what do your brown eyes see? Has your baby mind been able to fi… One thread of the mystery? Do you know of the sorrow and pain…

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…

I am eager once more to feel easy, I’m weary of thinking of dress; I’m heartily sick of stiff collars… And trousers the tailor must press… I’m eagerly waiting the glad days—

SOMETIMES when they are tucked… And talks about each curly head, a… She tells about the fun they’ve ha… Recalls the bright things that the… Each morning is a pleasure new, an…