IT’S HO for the holly and laught… It 's ho for the mistletoe bough i… Was ever a season so jolly as this… No, this is the jolliest one of th… The season of loving and giving an…

‘They tie you down,’ a woman said, Whose cheeks should have been flam… With shame to speak of children so… ‘When babies come you cannot go In search of pleasure with your fr…

Nobody stops at the rich man’s doo… Nobody shouts a ‘hello!’ to him in… Nobody comes to his porch at night… And talks till it’s time to go to… Nobody just happens in to call on…

I do not say new friends are not c… Or that their smiles ain’t genuine… That when a feller’s heart is crus… And teardrops come a-splashin’ dow… Becoz his grief an’ loneliness are…

A year is filled with glad events: The best is Christmas day, But every holiday presents Its special round of play, And looking back on boyhood now

When we have lived our little live… When we’ve seen all that we shall… When we shall take one backward lo… I pray that you shall be as glad a… Time was we started out to find th…

There is no music quite so sweet As patter of a baby’s feet. Who never hears along the hall The sound of tiny feet that fall Upon the floor so soft and low

‘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

YOU can’t pay back in dollars wha… You can’t repay in kindness all th… You little know the perils he has… And the wealth of Rockefeller thi… Just remember, as you travel, now…

The little church of Long Ago, wh… With mother in the family pew and… How I would like to see it now th… The straight-backed pews, the pulp… Dressed stiffly. in their Sunday…

Not for the sake of the gold, Not for the sake of the fame, Not for the prize would I hold Any ambition or aim: I would be brave and be true

IT’S easy to be right when the mu… It is easy to have courage when yo… But it’s altogether different when… To fight for what you know is righ… It’s easy to be honest when the mu…

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

AIRY, fairy Lillian, What a naughty thing to do, By noon had read a Laura Libbey paper novel through. By four o’clock another

One never knows How far a word of kindness goes; One never sees How far a smile of friendship flee… Down, through the years,