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When an empty sleeve or a sightles… Or a legless form I see, I breathe my thanks to my God on… For His watchful care o’er me. And I say to myself, as the cripp…
I stood and watched him playing, A little lad of three, And back to me came straying The years that used to be; In him the boy was Maying
MAY all your little cares depart By which your heart is troubled; May perfect peace supplant the sma… And all your joys be doubled. May every wish you have come true,
YE HO, for a sight of the land t… And her flag floating high on the… Ye ho, for a sight of her blue ski… And the wonderful green of her tre… For my heart’s beating now with ex…
A man doesn’t whine at his losses, A man doesn’t whimper and fret, Or rail at the weight of his cross… And ask life to rear him a pet. A man doesn’t grudgingly labor
There’s no lock upon your door, And the polish that you wore In the years ago when you were bri… Now has lost its splendid shine, And your driver’s bending spine
If all the flowers were roses, If never daisies grew, If no old-fashioned posies Drank in the morning dew, Then man might have some reason
He wiped his shoes before his door… But ere he entered he did more; ’Twas not enough to cleanse his fe… Of dirt they’d gathered in the str… He stood and dusted off his mind
I’d rather be the willing horse th… Than be the proud and haughty stee… I’d rather haul a merry pack and f… Than never leave the barn to toil… So boast your noble pedigrees
TAKE your troubles Best you can. Stand right up And play the man. Face 'em just
MILDRED McGee was a beautiful… As fair as peroxide could make her… She was never so shy that a man go… Would imagine that she was a Quak… She had suitors that called every…
SOME day our eyes will brighten,… Some day the sun will shine for yo… Some day grim doubt we’ll banish,… And the rosy, golden future we sha… Some day we’ll know the wherefore…
Right must not live in idleness, Nor dwell in smug content; It must be strong, against the thr… Of foes, on evil bent. Justice must not a weakling be
I’m standing at my lathe all day And this is what I hear it say: ‘The best of you, the best of me Are needed now across the sea. We do not hear the cannon roar,
The brave man journeys straight ah… The coward goes Along his way in constant dread He’ll meet a friend in need, ahead… Or one he owes.