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IT is Slumberland time, and the s… And the sea is now golden and stil… And the big yellow moon has come u… And the Sandman is home from the… The fairy boat waits for my baby t…
GARDENING is hardening In every way you view it; It makes a fellow hustle, And it strengthens every muscle; It knots up many a tendon
Keep your dreams-they’re richer fa… Than the facts discovered are. Do not seek all things to touch; Do not want to know too much. Growing old, still play the child;
Gettin’ together to smile an’ rejo… An’ eatin’ an’ laughin’ with folks… An’ kissin’ the girls an’ declarin… Are growin’ more beautiful day aft… Chattin’ an’ braggin’ a bit with t…
A man must earn his hour of peace, Must pay for it with hours of stri… Must win by toil the evening’s swe… The rest that may be portioned for… The idler never knows it, never ca…
A man is at his finest towards the… He is almost what he should be whe… Then he’s thinking more of others… And the laughter of his children i… He is less a selfish creature than…
In some respects the old days were… Before we got to wanting wealth an… Perhaps the world was happier then… But when it’s zero weather I am g… Old-fashioned winters I recall—th…
As fall the leaves, so drop the da… In silence from the tree of life; Born for a little while to blaze In action in the heat of strife, And then to shrivel with Time’s b…
Turn me loose and let me be Young once more and fancy free; Let me wander where I will, Down the lane and up the hill, Trudging barefoot in the dust
I would not be too wise– so very w… That I must sneer at simple songs… And let the glare of wisdom blind… To humble people and their humble… I would not care to climb so high…
A smudge on his nose and a smear o… And knees that might not have been… A bump on his forehead, a scar on… A relic of many a tumble and trip: A rough little, tough little rasca…
A woman is queer, there’s no doubt… She hates to be thin and she hates… One minute it’s laughter, the next… You can’t understand her, however… But there’s one thing about her wh…
They ain’t much, seen from day to… The big elm tree across the way, The church spire, an’ the meetin’… Lit up by many a friendly face. You pass 'em by a dozen times
A touch of the plain and the prair… A bit of the Motherland, too; A strain of the fur-trapper wary, A blend of the old and the new; A bit of the pioneer splendor
When the young folks gather 'round… Singin’ all the latest songs gathe… Or they start the phonograph an’ s… An’ hold a little party dance, I’… Then I sorter settle back, plumb…