This I would claim for my success—not f… Nor the throng’s changing cheers from da… Not always ease and fortune’s glad displ… Though all of these are pleasant joys to… But I would like to have my story told

Sunshine and shadow, blue sky and gray, Laughter and tears as we tread on our wa… Hearts that are heavy, then hearts that… Eyes that are misty and eyes that are br… Losses and gains in the heat of the stri…

I’M glad I have a wife at home That’s patient, kind and true; I ‘m glad a little tot of three At home waits for me, too; I ’m glad that I can see them both,

Be grateful for the kindly friends that… Be grateful for the skies of blue that s… Be grateful for the health you own, the… For round about you there are men less f… Be grateful for the growing trees, the r…

Think happy thoughts! Think sunshine all the day; Refuse to let the trifling worries stay, Crowd them with thoughts of laughter fro… Think of the good, forget the bad you fi…

IF every day of yours were fine And every sky of yours were blue, You couldn’t know such joy of mine, The joy o’ being friend to you. You’ve brushed away the clouds of care

If I had hatred in my heart toward my f… If I were pressed to do him ill, to con… To wound him sorely and to rob his days… I’d wish his wife would go away and take… I’d waste no time on curses vague, nor t…

On every street there’s a certain place Where the children gather to romp and ra… There’s a certain house where they meet… To play their games and to sing their so… And they trample the lawn with their bus…

When an empty sleeve or a sightless eye Or a legless form I see, I breathe my thanks to my God on High For His watchful care o’er me. And I say to myself, as the cripple goe…

IT isn’t the blue in the skies, Nor the song of the whispering trees, The light in a fair maiden’s eyes, My joy is far greater than these; You will pardon my arrogance please,

It takes a heap o’ livin’ in a house t’… home, A heap o’ sun an’ shadder, an’ ye someti… have t’ roam Afore ye really 'preciate the things ye…

There never comes a lonely day but that… Of those who used to walk with us throug… We seldom miss the earthly great’the fam… But, as the years go racing by, we miss… The chair wherein he used to sit recalls…

YOUR cheeks are pinker than the rose, Your eyes are bluer than the skies; Than you no fairer blossom grows, In you all earthly sweetness lies. Without you life were drear to me,

For strength to face the battle’s might, For men that dare to die for right, For hearts above the lure of gold And fortune’s soft and pleasant way, For courage of our days of old,