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‘When I am rich,’ he used to say, ‘A thousand joys I’ll give away; I’ll walk among the poor I find And unto one and all be kind. I’ll place a wreath of roses red
God grant me kindly thought And patience through the day, And in the things I’ve wrought Let no man living say That hate’s grim mark has stained
You’re just a little fellow with a… Just three-foot-six of mischief se… You’re always up to something with… And you leave a trail o’ ruin on t… An’ I wonder, as I watch you, an’…
Glad to be back home again, Where abide the friendly men; Glad to see the same old scenes And the little house that means All the joys the soul has treasure…
“BUSINESS is business,' he sai… As he gave me short weight in my p… ‘In business there isn’t much sent… Said he, as he charged me the extr… ‘Once I trusted a friend and he d…
When he was just a lad in school, He used to sit around and fool And watch the clock and say: ‘I can’t see that I’ll ever need This stuff the teacher makes me re…
When he was only nine months old, And plump and round and pink of ch… A joy to tickle and to hold, Before he’d even learned to speak, His gentle mother used to say:
A friend is one who takes your han… And talks a speech you understand he’s partly kindness, partly mirth And Faith unfaltering in your wor… he’s first to cheer you on success…
Last night I got to thinkin’ of t… When I still had on knee breeches… An’ my Sunday suit was velvet. Ma… But I know I didn’t like it—eithe… It was far too girlish for me, for…
With time our notions allus change… An’ years make old idees seem stra… Take Mary there– time was when sh… Thought one child made a family, An’ when our eldest, Jim, was bor…
An apple tree beside the way, Drinking the sunshine day by day According to the Master’s plan, Had been a faithful friend to man. It had been kind to all who came,
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.
Used to wonder just why father Never had much time for play, Used to wonder why he’d rather Work each minute of the day. Used to wonder why he never
Songs of rejoicin’, Of love and of cheer, Are the songs that I’m yearnin’ f… Year after year. The songs about children
If you would rise above the throng And seek the crown of fame, You must do more than drift along And merely play the game. Whatever path your feet may tread,