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Less hate and greed Is what we need And more of service true; More men to love The flag above
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…
A convalescin’ woman does the stra… An’ it’s wonderful the courage tha… O, it’s never safe to leave her fo… Or you’ll find th’ doctor’s good w… There’s that wife o’ mine, I reck…
What do I want my boy to be? Oft is the question asked of me, And oft I ask it of myself– What corner, niche or post or shel… In the great hall of life would I
‘Do your bit!’ How cheap and trit… Seems that phrase in such a fight! ‘Do your bit!’ That cry recall, Change it now to ‘Do your all!’ Do your all, and then do more;
I do not ask a store of wealth, Nor special gift of power; I hope always for strength and hea… To brave each troubled hour. But life would be distinctly good,
Little women, little men, Childhood never comes again. Live it gaily while you may; Give your baby souls to play; March to sound of stick and pan,
WALL have fights to make with se… And these are the bitterest fights… Worse than the fight for a hoard o… Is the fight to master our vices s… Worse than the fight on the battle…
The men are talking peace at ‘ome,… There’s many a little debt we’ve g… A sniper sent a bullet through my… And ’is body’s lying somewhere h’o… Oh, we 'ear a lot of rumors that t…
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…
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…
I can pass up the lure of a jewel… With never the trace of a sigh, The things on a shelf that I’d li… I never regret I can’t buy. I can go through the town passing…
I like to see the flowers grow, To see the pansies in a row; I think a well-kept garden’s fine, And wish that such a one were mine… But one can’t have a stock of flow…
A boy and his dad on a fishing tri… There is a glorious fellowship! Father and son and the open sky, And the white clouds lazily drifti… And the laughing stream as it runs…
SHE wants to go unto the shore, And pack her trunk With gowns no one has seen before, And all such junk. But I would seek some far off pla…