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Men are of two kinds, and he Was of the kind I’d like to be. Some preach their virtues, and a f… Express their lives by what they d… That sort was he. No flowery phra…
The walls have seemed to say to me Where have the sticky fingers gone That always found their way to me, And left their prints to gaze upon… The halls have worn a gloomy air
He has heard his country calling,… And he’s doing something bigger th… He has caught a greater vision tha… And I know to-day I’m prouder of… His speech is soft and vibrant wit…
This much I know: God does not wrong us here, Though oft His judgments seem sev… And reason falters 'neath the blow… Some day we’ll learn ’twas better…
Last night Ma said to Pa: 'My de… The Williamsons are coming here To visit for a week or two, An’ I must have a talk with you. We need some things which we must…
The little house is not too small To shelter friends who come to cal… Though low the roof and small its… It holds the Lord’s abounding gra… And every simple room may be
When I wanted something I couldn’… A suit of clothes or a Sunday tie… Or a new straw hat when the sun wa… I used to feel sore about it. I used to go 'round with a face dr…
When The Minister Calls My Paw says that it used to be, Whenever the minister came for tea… ‘At they sat up straight in their… An’ put all their common things ou…
Life is a challenge to the bold, It flings its gauntlet down And bids us, if we seek for gold And glory and renown, To come and take them from its sto…
It’s tough when you are homesick i… and distant place; It’s anguish when you’re hungry fo… old-familiar face. And yearning for the good folks an…
The kids are out-of-doors once mor… The heavy leggins that they wore, The winter caps that covered ears Are put away, and no more tears Are shed because they cannot go
I follow a famous father, His honor is mine to wear; He gave me a name that was free fr… A name he was proud to bear. He lived in the morning sunlight,
IN parting from a dear old friend… There’s bound to be some bitter so… An’ as a rule, the lovin’ ones wil… The station, softly cry in’ while… Oh, it’s so hard to say good-bye,…
If he is honest, kindly, true, And glad to work from day to day; If when his bit of toil is through With children he will stoop to pla… If he does always what he can
I ALWAYS think of mother, when The lilac tree’s in bloom, It seems her soul comes back again Upon its sweet perfume. And every opal spire that sways