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Life is a gift to be used every da… Not to be smothered and hidden awa… It isn’t a thing to be stored in t… Where you gather your keepsakes an… It isn’t a joy to be sipped now an…
Foxes can talk if you know how to… My Paw said so. Owls have big eyes that sparkle an… My Paw said so. Bears can turn flip-flaps an’ clim…
ALL women are lovely and radiantl… In the magazine pages today, They all have a mop of luxuriant h… In the magazine pages today. There’s not one with freckles or n…
Good books are friendly things to… If you are busy they will wait. They will not call you on the phon… Or wake you if the hour is late. They stand together row by row,
You’ll learn when you’re older, th… Which you dare other boys to upset And stand up and fight for, and st… Has caused you much pain and regre… When Time, life’s adviser, has ma…
COME here to me, little lassie o… And get in your place on your old… Put those chubby arms round where… And cling to my neck, for the day… And I need you, I need you to sca…
The father toils at his work all d… And he hums this song as he plods… ‘Heigho! for the mother and babe o… Who watch at the window each night… Their smiles are ever before my ey…
There’ve been times we’d disagree Somethin’ awful, Ma an’ me; Times when I would bang the door Never to come back no more, An’ go stompin’ down the street
A feller isn’t thinkin’ mean, Out fishin’; His thoughts are mostly good an’ c… Out fishin’. He doesn’t knock his fellow men.,
As fall the leaves, so drop the da… In silence from the tree of life; Born for a little while to blaze In action in the heat of strife, And then to shrivel with Time’s b…
Old-fashioned flowers! I love the… The morning-glories on the wall, The pansies in their patch of shad… The violets, stolen from a glade, The bleeding hearts and columbine,
Courage isn’t a brilliant dash, A daring deed in a moment’s flash; It isn’t an instantaneous thing Born of despair with a sudden spri… It isn’t a creature of flickered h…
THE dead return. I know they do; The glad smile may have passed fro… The ringing voice that cheered us… In that remembered long ago Be stilled, and yet in sweeter way…
YOU never hear a woman boast Of her endurance, yet I vow The tiniest mite o’ a woman has More courage than a man, somehow. Lor’ bless me, when I hear a man
My father is a peaceful man; He tries in every way he can To live a life of gentleness And patience all the while. He says that needless fretting’s v…