#English #XXCentury
Sometimes I’m almost glad to hear… And though I try to look severe,… When mother sadly tells to me the… Because when they come tearfully,… I like to have them all alone, wit…
I might wish the world were better… I might sit around and sigh For a water that is wetter And a bluer sort of sky. There are times I think the weath…
Oh, we have friends in England, a… And should we have to travel there… Undaunted we should sail away, and… Because awaiting us would be someb… Full many a journey here we make w…
Vacation time! How glad it seemed When as a boy I sat and dreamed Above my school books, of the fun That I should claim when toil was… And, Oh, how oft my youthful eye
HERE’S to the men who laugh In the face of grim despair, Who gather the tares and chaff But sow with a cheerful air. Here’s to the smiling men
AFTER all is said and done, After all the work and fun, After all the sighing’s over And the laughter fades away, Then the cares that now beset us
We’ve never seen the Father here,… The finest type of manhood since t… And, summing up the works of God,… The greatest is the Son He sent t… Through Him we learned the ways o…
The women of the sailors, unto the… They never hear the breaking waves… But that their hearts are anguish-… For the women of the sailors it’s… The women of the sailors, unto the…
I never knew the joy of getting ho… I never knew how fast a heart coul… I never tasted joy, Till the day my little boy Came running up to meet me on the…
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
Every night she runs to me With a bandaged arm or a bandaged… A stone-bruised heel or a swollen… And in sorrowful tones she tells m… She fell and 'hurted herse’f to-da…
If I had youth I’d bid the world… I’d answer every challenge to my w… And though the silent mountains sh… I’d try to make them subject to my… I’d keep my dreams and follow wher…
Death crossed his threshold yester… And left the glad voice of his lov… To him the living now will come And cross his threshold in the sel… To clasp his hand and vainly try t…
I have no wish, my little lad, To climb the towering heights of f… I am content to be your dad And share with you each pleasant g… I am content to hold your hand
I must be fit for a child to play… Fit for a youngster to walk away w… Fit for his trust and fit to be Ready to take him upon my knee; Whether I win or I lose my fight,
