#English #XXCentury
There’s a little chap at our house… Keeps the front lawn looking tidy… Doesn’t leave his little wagon, wh… On the sidewalk as he used to; now… When we call him in to supper, we…
When sorrow comes, as come it must… In God a man must place his trust… There is no power in mortal speech The anguish of his soul to reach, No voice, however sweet and low,
(In which Ye Ed attempts the mill… We stood at the tee and the driver… Then we put back the turf; At the ball, then a thing called t… Then we put back the turf.
Perhaps the victory shall not come… Perhaps I shall not reach the goa… It may be at the last I shall be… And falter as the promised land I… Yet I must try for it and strive…
I’m not the man to say that failur… Nor tell a chap to laugh when thin… I know it hurts to have to take de… An’ no one likes to lose before a… It isn’t very pleasant not to win
We all are warriors with sin. Cru… we come to earth With spotless plumes and shining s… with foes and prove our worth. The world is but a battlefield whe…
Not for the sake of the gold, Not for the sake of the fame, Not for the prize would I hold Any ambition or aim: I would be brave and be true
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…
We were settin’ there an’ smokin’… Like licker, votes for wimmin, an’… When he ups an’ strokes his whiske… ‘Changin’ laws an’ legislatures ai… Goin’ to make this world much bett…
I don’t know what they’ll put him… his post may be; I cannot guess the task that waits… the sea, But I have known him through the…
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…
The old days, the old days, how of… The days of hope at dewy morn, the… The days when every mead was fair,… And every maiden wore a smile, and… The days when dreams were golden a…
At Sugar Camp the cook is kind And laughs the laugh we knew as bo… And there we slip away and find Awaiting us the old-time joys. The catbird calls the selfsame way
Mine is a song of hope For the days that lie before; For the grander things The morrow brings When the struggle days are o’er.
How’s the little chap to know Just the proper roads to go If you never travel with him While he’s little, hand in hand? How’s he ever going to learn
