F those who love us find us true And kind and gentle, and are glad When each grim working day is thro… To have us near them, why be sad? If those who know us best rejoice

Oh, little girl with eyes of brown And smiles that fairly light the t… I wonder if you really know Just why it is we love you so, And why– with all the little girls

The biggest moment in our lives wa… From that day unto this, for him,… We can recount his daily deeds, an… And proudly live again the time wh… I see him trudging off to school,…

Glad to be back home again, Where abide the friendly men; Glad to see the same old scenes And the little house that means All the joys the soul has treasure…

Cheek that is tanned to the wind o… Body that jests at the bite of the… Limbs that are eager and strong to… Into the wilds and the ways of the… Red blood that pulses and throbs i…

Nobody hates me more than I; No enemy have I to-day That I so bravely must defy; There are no foes along my way, However bitter they may be,

To keep in mind from day to day That I’m a soldier in the fray; That I must serve, from sun to su… As well as he who bears a gun The flag that flies above us all,

The little woman, to her I bow And doff my hat as I pass her by; I reverence the furrows that mark… And the sparkling love light in he… The little woman who stays at home…

THE dead return. I know they do; The glad smile may have passed fro… The ringing voice that cheered us… In that remembered long ago Be stilled, and yet in sweeter way…

Though some may yearn for titles g… I do not care to have an extra han… I am not hungry for the pomp of li… I do not sigh to sit among the hon… I shall be satisfied if I can be…

Oh, we have friends in England, a… And should we have to travel there… Undaunted we should sail away, and… Because awaiting us would be someb… Full many a journey here we make w…

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 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,

The road to laughter beckons me, The road to all that’s best; The home road where I nightly see The castle of my rest; The path where all is fine and fai…

Why not think a decent thought, Now and then? Why not ponder, as you ought, Now and then? Get your mind out of the mire,