Somewhere today it’s needing youTo stand for what you know is true.And needing me somewhere today.To keep the faith, let come what may.The world needs honest men todayTo lead its youth along the way,Men who will write in all their deedsThe beauty of their spoken creeds,And spurn advantage here and gain,On which deceit must leave…
An’ some of the walls were lovely, but some of the things weren’t much,But all had a rail around ’em, an’ all wore a sign ‘Don’t touch.’Now maybe an art museum needs guards and a warning signAn’ the hands of the folks should never paw over its treasures fine;But I noticed the rooms were chilly…
But when summer suns have tanned ’em and they’re racing to and fro,I somehow think the children make the finest sort of show.When they’re brown as little berries and they’re bare of foot and head,And they’re on the go each minute where the velvet lawns are spread,Then their health is at its finest and they…
Painting scenes of gorgeous splendor, canvases no man could brush,Changing scenes from early morning till the sunset’s crimson flush.June is here, the month of blossoms, month of roses white and red,Wet with dew and perfume-laden, nodding wheresoe’er we tread;Come the bees to gather honey, all the lazy afternoon;Flowers and lassies, men and meadows, love alike…
I never knew how much the placeDepended on each little face;How barren home could be and drearWithout its living beauties here.I never knew that chairs and booksCould wear such sad and solemn looks!That rooms and halls could be at nightSo still and drained of all delight.This home is now but brick and boardWhere bits of…
Back on the banks of the old fishing holeWhere a fellow can dream.There’s nothing so good for a man as to fleeFrom the city and lieFull length in the shade of a whispering treeAnd gaze at the sky.Out there where the strife and the greed are forgotAnd the struggle for pelf,A man can get rid…
And with his dimpled, chubby fistsHe pounds me shamefully.He gives my beard a vicious tug,He bravely pulls my nose;And then he tussles with my hairAnd then explores my clothes.He throws my pencils on the floorMy watch is his delight;He never seems to think that IHave any private right.And though he breaks my good cigars,With all…
He is wearing Yankee khaki and a healthy coat of tan,And the chap that we are backing is the Wrist Watch Man.He’s no parlour dude, a-prancing, he’s no puny pacifist,And it’s not for affectation there’s a watch upon his wrist.He’s a fine two-fisted scrapper, he is pure American,And the backbone of the nation is the…
His work’s not always pleasant, but he does it rain or shine,And he grabs a bit of glory when he’s fighting in the line;But the lesson that he teaches every day to me an’ youIs the way to do a duty that we do not like to do.Any sort o’ chap can whistle when his…
Let me wander where I will,Down the lane and up the hill,Trudging barefoot in the dustIn an age that knows no ‘must,’And no voice insistentlySpeaks of duty unto me;Let me tread the happy waysOf those by-gone yesterdays.Fame had never whispered then,Making slaves of eager men;Greed had never called me downTo the gray walls of the…
