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It is better as it is: I have fai… Though the pit I now am in is ver… I can walk to-morrow’s streets and… Unashamed to face their gaze as I… I have lost the hope I had; in th…
SHE wanted to be asked again, And so she wiped the dishes, She took a knife, and with the men She helped to clean the fishes; She made her bed and swept the flo…
This year,' said Pa, on New Year… I’m sick and tired of ending years… I’m sick and tired of spending coi… This year we’re going to save some… Ma didn’t say a word right then, a…
If I had lived in Franklin’s time… Beholding him out in the rain, a k… And noticing upon its tail the bar… Would, with the scoffers on the st… And with a sneer upon my lips I w…
I’ve’ felt some little thrills of… Along the pleasant lanes of life t… No great distinction have I claim… Some satisfactions sweet have come… But of the joyous thrills of life…
IT’S a good old world we’re livin… With all its pain an’ sorrow; A world where friends are givin’ i… To cheer us till tomorrow. A world where folks come forward,…
When he has suffered honest woe, I do not mind the man who grieves, But I hate him who stubs his toe And straightway gets a case of ‘ p…
IT’S one o’ my idees that men ain… They ain’t all built fer ploughin’… An’ they ain’t all made fer battli… There must be some of us on earth… Leastwise it strikes me that way—i…
IF no one ever went ahead, If we had seen no friend depart And mourned him for a while as dea… How great would be our fear to sta… If no one for us led the way,
We little thought how much they me… And British mothers wearing black… The war was, O, so distant then,… We couldn’t see the weeping eyes,… We couldn’t sense the weight of wo…
You do not know it, little man, In your summer coat of tan And your legs bereft of hose And your peeling, sunburned nose, With a stone bruise on your toe,
LAST night we had a hurry call t… Her husband said that Ma and me w… An’ so, though it was after 12, an… We hustled out of bed an’ dressed… An’ Jim—that is her husband—met u…
Less hate and greed Is what we need And more of service true; More men to love The flag above
Listen to the laughter of the broo… Listen to the chatter of the black… Stand an’ see the beauties of the… Then ask of God why mortals haven… Than to quarrel an’ to battle
There’ve been times we’d disagree Somethin’ awful, Ma an’ me; Times when I would bang the door Never to come back no more, An’ go stompin’ down the street