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There’s a bump on his brow and a s… That is plainly the stain of his t… At his neck there’s a glorious sun… The bronze of his happiest years. Oh, he’s battered and bruised at t…
‘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
ABOVE it flies the flag we love, Within it is the blood we gave; It stands a part and portion of The courage that once freed the sl… The strength that fought for liber…
Got a sliver in my hand An’ it hurt t’ beat the band, An’ got white around it, too; Then the first thing that I knew It was all swelled up, an’ Pa
It isn’t the money you’re making, it isn’t the clothes you wear, And it isn’t the skill of your goo… It’s the smile on your face and the light of your eye and the burd…
There isn’t any pay for you, you s… The boys who tramp the fields with… And yet your pay is richer far tha… For in a dozen different ways your… You’ll read it in the faces of a…
It’s an easy world to live in if y… You never need to suffer, save the… If you’ll stay upon the level and… You will never lack the friendship… Life’s an easy road to travel if y…
What’s the matter with you– ain’t… Ain’t I been a pardner to you? Al… In gettin’ nice things for you? D… Say, stummick, what’s the matter,… Why, I loaded you with good thing…
He was just a small church parson… Looked and dressed and acted like… He wore the cleric’s broadcloth an… But he had a man’s religion and he… And he heard the call to duty, and…
I DO not ask for roses all the ti… For blue skies bending o’er me eve… I do not ask for easy hills to cli… And always for my feet a pleasant… In laughter I would not spend all…
There’s nothing that builds up a t… Like a day on a stream, Back on the banks of the old fishi… Where a fellow can dream. There’s nothing so good for a man…
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…
Who is it lives to the full every… Gets all the joy and the fun that… Tough as they make 'em, and ready… Fit for a battle and fit for a cha… Heedless of buttons on blouses and…
The saddest sort of death to die Would be to quit the game called l… And know, beneath the gentle sky, You’d lived a slacker in the strif… That nothing men on earth would fi…
I might not ever scale the mountai… Where all the great men stand in g… I may not ever gain the world’s de… Or win a wreath of laurel for my b… I may not gain the victories that…