To-day I was so weary and I lay In that delicious state of semi-waking, When baby, sitting with his nurse at pla… Cried loud for “mamma,” all his toys for… I was so weary and I needed rest,

Little by little the year grows old, The red leaves drop from the maple bough… The sun grows dim, and the winds blow co… Down from the distant arctic seas. Out of the skies the soft light dies,

I saw the wild honey-bee kissing a rose A wee one, that grows Down low on the bush, where her sisters… Cannot see all that’s done As the moments roll on.

Came a bouquet from the city, Fragrant, rich and debonair - Sweet carnation and geraniium, Heliotrope and roses rare. Down beside the crystal river,

We will be what we could be. Do not say… “It might have been, had not this, or th… No fate can keep us from the chosen way; He only might who is. We will do what we could do. Do not dre…

Written by Request of the Proprietors o… Alas! my muse is getting fast; She uses slang, ’tis very clear. Last eve, as she was flying past, She whispered “Cheese it!” in my ear.

Obscured the sun, the world is dark; Maid of Orleans, Joan of Arc, Send down thy spark. Let every heart in France be stirred, By such an all-compelling word

He never made a fortune, or a noise In the world where men are seeking after… But he had a healthy brood of girls and… Who loved the very ground on which he tr… They thought him just little short of G…

‘Little kids,’ you call us As we are at play. You were little children Just the other day. Now to-morrow nears us,

There is grief in the cup! I saw a proud mother set wine on the boa… The eyes of her son sparkled bright as s… The ruddy stream into the glass in his h… The cup was of silver; the lady was gran…

I will paint you a sign, rumseller, And hang it above your door; A truer and better signboard Than ever you had before. I will paint with the skill of a master,

Seeking for happiness we must go slowly; The road leads not down avenues of haste… But often gently winds through by ways l… Whose hidden pleasures are serene and ch… Seeking for happiness we must take heed

God bless the hero of my song! Six years the chieftain of our State! We’ve held him, in our hearts, so long, And proved him good, and true, and great… That now, we could not let him go,