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

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—

I may never be a hero, I am past… There are pencil marks of silver… I shall win no service medals, I… I shall never fight a battle highe… But I hope my children’s children…

Their childhood is so brief that w… Should hesitate to spoil their fun… We should be very slow to see The things that they should not ha… For such a little while they play

With a twinkle in his eye He’d come gayly walkin’ by An’ he’d whistle to the children An’ he’d beckon 'em to come, Then he’d chuckle low an’ say,

He didn’t seem to care for work, h… His speech was slow and commonplac… And yet until the war broke out yo… For nothing in his make-up or his… He seemed indifferent to the world…

There’s a bump on his brow and a s… That is plainly the stain of his t… At his neck there’s a glorious sun… The bronze of his happiest years. Oh, he’s battered and bruised at t…

Got a sliver in my hand An’ it hurt t’ beat the band, An’ got white around it, too; Then the first thing that I knew It was all swelled up, an’ Pa

‘Men will grow weary,’ said the L… ‘Of working for their bed and boar… They’ll weary of the money chase And want to find a resting place Where hum of wheel is never heard

Time was I thought of growing up, But that was ere the babies came; I’d dream and plan to be a man And win my share of wealth and fam… For age held all the splendors the…

THERE’S a place for you at the… Are you willing to try to get it? It’s true that trouble will try to… Your efforts, but will you let it? The road is long and the path is r…

We’ve been out to Pelletier’s Brushing off the stain of years, Quitting all the moods of men And been boys and girls again. We have romped through orchards bl…

Eagerly he took my dime, Then shuffled on his way, Thick with sin and filth and grime… But I wondered all that day How the man had gone astray.

Vacation time! How glad it seemed When as a boy I sat and dreamed Above my school books, of the fun That I should claim when toil was… And, Oh, how oft my youthful eye