GARDENING is hardening In every way you view it; It makes a fellow hustle, And it strengthens every muscle; It knots up many a tendon

They say we must not hate, nor fig… I’ve thought it over many a solemn… And cannot mildly view the man or… That has no thought, save only to… I cannot love the creature drunk w…

I’d rather be a failure than the m… I’d rather seek the mountain-top t… Oh, let me hold some lofty dream a… And though I fail I still shall k… The idlers line the ways of life a…

There are little eyes upon you, an… There are little ears that quickly… There are little hands all eager t… And a little boy that’s dreaming o… You’re the little fellow’s idol, y…

You do not know it, little man, In your summer coat of tan And your legs bereft of hose And your peeling, sunburned nose, With a stone bruise on your toe,

I used to lose my temper an’ git m… An’ raise my voice so wimmin folks… I’d do things I was ashamed of wh… An’ wish I hadn’t done 'em, an’ r… But I’ve learned from sad experie…

I will lend you, for a little time… A child of mine, He said. For you to love the while he lives… And mourn for when he’s dead. It may be six or seven years,

BEIN’ uncle to the kids, Laughin’ lips an’ drowsy lids Grimy hands an’ tattered clothes, Cheeks as red as any rose; Willie Browns an’ Jimmy Whites,

God grant me these: the strength… Some needed service here; The wisdom to be brave and true; The gift of vision clear, That in each task that comes to me

Queerest little chap he is, Always saying: ‘Aw Gee Whiz!’ Needing something from the store That you’ve got to send him for And you call him from his play,

JUST at the edge of the night an… Little Miss Six O’clock comes to… A sweet little laugh is her musica… That day time is here and the nigh… And I am so sleepy, and I am so w…

HERE 's a letter from John in th… Ain’t heard from him now fer a yea… Yes, his handwritin’ s stylish an’… An’ rounded an’ wonderf’ly clear; Says he hopes we are all well an’…

Here we are, Britain! the finest… Taking our coats off and rolling o… Answering the thoughtless that onc… Each man a soldier for what he bel… Here we are, tight little island,…

Where is the road to Arcady, Where is the path that leads to pe… Where shall I find the bliss to b… Where shall the weary wanderings c… These are the questions that come…