#English #XXCentury #1918 #OverHere
ACONVALESCIN’ woman does the… An’ it’s wonderful the courage tha… O, it’s never safe to leave her fo… Or you’ll find th’ doctor’s good w… There’s that wife o’ mine, I reck…
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…
NEVER so happy as when I ‘m at… I ’m not so anxious to wander or r… Rather sit down with the folks who… With somebody’s youngster astride… And gallop him off to the wonderfu…
This I would like to be– braver a… Just a bit wiser because I am old… Just a bit kinder to those I may… Just a bit manlier taking defeat; This for the New Year my wish and…
There is no music quite so sweet As patter of a baby’s feet. Who never hears along the hall The sound of tiny feet that fall Upon the floor so soft and low
I have known the green trees and t… And the blossoms of spring and the… I have known the blue sea, and the… And the song of the pines and the… And should I pass now, I could sa…
There’s a lot of joy in the smilin… there’s plenty of morning sun, And laughter and songs and dances,… when-ever the day’s work’s done; Full many an hour is a shining one…
No children in the house to play’… It must be hard to live that way! I wonder what the people do When night comes on and the work i… With no glad little folks to shout…
It’s the dull road that leads to t… The practice that leads to success… The work road that leads to the pl… It is trouble that breeds happines… It’s the hard work and merciless g…
It’s coming time for planting in t… Where the lad and I made merry as… The sun is getting higher, and the… And I’m hungry for the garden, an… But it’s tramp, tramp, tramp,
Whenever I walk through God’s Ac… I wonder how often the mute voices… ‘I will do a kind deed or will lig… Or rise to a sacrifice splendid– t… I wonder how many fine thoughts un…
Less hate and greed Is what we need And more of service true; More men to love The flag above
We got to talking art one day, dis… How some can match with brush and… And some in stone can catch the th… While others seem to have no way t… Old Blake had sat in silence ther…
These are the memories of tomorrow… Smile of friend we meet today, Sympathy to soothe our sorrow, Roses blooming by the way; Little jests to cheer the living,
I wish I was a poet like the men… The poems that we have to learn on… I’d write of things that children… An’ when the kids recited them the… If I’d been born a Whittier, inst…
