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Let every day be Mother’s Day! Make roses grow along her way And beauty everywhere. Oh, never let her eyes be wet With tears of sorrow or regret,
Sue’s got a baby now, an’ she Is like her mother used to be; Her face seems prettier, an’ her w… More settled-like. In these few d… She’s changed completely, an’ her…
Old women say that men don’t know The pain through which all mothers… And maybe that is true, and yet I vow I never shall forget The night he came. I suffered, to…
Go up and change your collar,' mot… ‘For you can’t go out in that one,… There are splotches on the surface… ‘That is very queer,’ I answer, ‘… But I guess just what has happene…
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…
Argue it pro and con as you will, And flout each other with words, But the rose will bloom and the su… Will bring us the song of birds. How was He born who came to earth…
It’s seldom trouble comes alone.… An’ trouble comes a-visitin’, it a… Sometimes it’s one you’ve known be… Who stretches out a helping hand a… If never trials came to us, if gri…
I’D LIKE to be a bank clerk, an… I’d like to take and hoard away th… I ‘d like to sit behind a drawer w… I ’d like to read the writing on t… It must be nice to shut up shop at…
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
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,
IF the song I have to sing Is a dreary, gloomy thing, I would rather silent be; If I cannot sing of cheer, I will never let you hear
My Pa can hit his thumbnail with… He can cut himself while shaving a… If a ladder slips beneath him an’… He can smile as though he really d… But the pan beneath the ice-box—wh…
When I was but a little lad I alw… No matter what the rig we had, rig… The front seat was the honor place… And I manoeuvred to avoid the cus… We children used to scramble then…
The stick-together families are ha… Than the brothers and the sisters… The gladdest people living are the… A circle at the fireside that no p… And the finest of conventions ever…
Some folks there be who seem to ne… An’ reckon all the joys that have… Some think that pleasure’s only fo… An’ where an orchestra’s at work t… Still others seek it at their play…