“I work for someone else,” he said… “I have no chance to get ahead. At night I leave the job behind; At morn I face the same old grind… And everything I do by day

I like to see the flowers grow, To see the pansies in a row; I think a well-kept garden’s fine, And wish that such a one were mine… But one can’t have a stock of flow…

If through the years we’re not to… Much finer deeds than we have done… If we must merely wander through Time’s garden, idling in the sun; If there is nothing big ahead,

Don’t mind being broke at all, When I can say that what I had Was spent for toys for kiddies sma… And that the spending made 'em gla… I don’t regret the money gone,

There is sorrow in the household; There’s a grief too hard to bear; There’s a little cheek that’s tear… There’s a sobbing baby there. And try how we will to comfort,

Mother for me made excuses When I was a little lad; Found some reason for my conduct When it had been very bad. Blamed it on a recent illness

I might wish the world were better… I might sit around and sigh For a water that is wetter And a bluer sort of sky. There are times I think the weath…

Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen Is Ma. Lovelier than any queen Is Ma. Girls with curls go walking by,

Up to the ceiling And down to the floor, Hear him now squealing And calling for more. Laughing and shouting,

Each evening on my lap there climb… A little boy of three, And with his dimpled, chubby fists He pounds me shamefully. He gives my beard a vicious tug,

My land is where the kind folks ar… And where the friends are true, Where comrades brave will travel f… Some kindly deed to do. My land is where the smiles are br…

I would rather be the daddy Of a romping, roguish crew, Of a bright-eyed chubby laddie And a little girl or two, Than the monarch of a nation

Under the shade of trees, Flat on my back at ease, Lulled by the hum of bees, There’s where I rest; Breathing the scented air,

The smell of arnica is strong, And mother’s time is spent In rubbing father’s arms and back With burning liniment. The house is like a druggist’s sho…

Show me the boy who never threw A stone at someone’s cat; Or never hurled a snowball swift At someone’s high silk hat. Who never ran away from school,

Curly locks, what do you know of t… And what do your brown eyes see? Has your baby mind been able to fi… One thread of the mystery? Do you know of the sorrow and pain…

The telephone rang in my office to… as it often has tinkled before. I turned in my chair in a half-gro… for a telephone call is a bore; And I thought, ‘It is somebody wa…

Home was never home before, Till the baby came. Love no golden jewels wore, Till the baby came. There was joy, but now it seems

Along a stream that raced and ran Through tangled trees and over sto… That long had heard the pipes o’… And shared the joys that nature ow… I met a fellow fisherman,

Over the hills of time to the vall… Over the roads of woe to the land… Up from the haunts of men to the p… This is the march of mortality to… Troopers we are in life, warring a…

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…

The roads of happiness are not The selfish roads of pleasure seek… Where cheeks are flushed with hast… And none has time for kindly speak… But they’re the roads where lovers…

June is here, the month of roses,… Weaving garlands for our lassies,… Painting scenes of gorgeous splend… Changing scenes from early morning… June is here, the month of blossom…

When mother sleeps, a slamming doo… Disturbs her not at all; A man might walk across the floor Or wander through the hall A pistol shot outside would not

The patter of rain on the roof, The glint of the sun on the rose; Of life, these the warp and the wo… The weaving that everyone knows. Now grief with its consequent tear…

The easy roads are crowded And the level roads are jammed; The pleasant little rivers With the drifting folks are cramme… But off yonder where it’s rocky,

I saw him in the distance, as the… A shivery little fellow standing i… And a little pile of clothing very… He was owner of a gladness that ha… I have shivered as he shivered, I…

There is too much of sighing, and… Of pitiful tales of despair. There is too much of wailing and g… And too much of railing at care. There is far too much glorificatio…

Rough is the road I am journeying… Heavy the burden I’m bearing to-d… But I’m humming a song, as I wand… And I smile at the roses that nod… Red roses sweet,