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A smudge on his nose and a smear o… And knees that might not have been… A bump on his forehead, a scar on… A relic of many a tumble and trip: A rough little, tough little rasca…
I’ve watched him change from his b… To little frocks, and later on I… And though it was of calico, those… Until the day we all agreed ’twas… I say I’ve seen the changes come,…
She was gentle, she was true, And her tender eyes of blue Seemed to mock the morning sunbeam… And the starlight of the night; And her laughter seemed to trill
I DO not care to wait until the h… Before I say what’s in my heart,… I’d rather say: ‘How glad I am to… Than stand and say 'how glad I wa… I’d rather shout: ‘how good you ar…
SAY, young fellow, just a minute, They 're your first long trousers,… And your little gray knee breeches Are forever put away. And your blouses and your stocking…
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,
‘Some day,’ says Ma, 'I’m goin’ t… A party dress all trimmed with jet… An’ hire a seamstress in, an’ she Is goin’ to fit it right on me; An’ then, when I’m invited out
I think my country needs my vote, I know it doesn’t need my throat, My lungs and larynx, too; And so I sit at home at night And teach my children what is righ…
Be more than his dad, Be a chum to the lad; Be a part of his life Every hour of the day; Find time to talk with him,
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
TODAY is mine. Tomorrow may not… Next week, next year, I may not l… This hour I have. It is enough fo… To make by smiles, or mar by being… And so I strive to live this one…
I’m sorry for a feller if he hasn’… To let him eat and do the things h… An aunt to come a visitin’ or one… Is just about the finest kind of l… Of course she’s not your mother, a…
Life is a jest; Take the delight of it. Laughter is best; Sing through the night of it. Swiftly the tear
When I was but a little lad of si… One joy I knew that has been lost… Then Saturday was baking day and… The while I stood about and watch… And I was there to have fulfilled…
I’m up against it day by day, My ignorance is distressing; The things I don’t know on the wa… I’m busily confessing. Time was I used to think I knew