Or never hurled a snowball swift
At someone’s high silk hat —
Who never ran away from school,
To seek the swimming hole,
Or slyly from a neighbor’s yard
Green apples never stole —
Show me the boy who never broke
A pane of window glass,
Who never disobeyed the sign
That says: ‘Keep off the grass.’
Who never did a thousand things,
That grieve us sore to tell,
And I’ll show you a little boy
Who must be far from well.
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I know that what I did was wrong;
You tempted me, and I’m not strong;I tried but couldn’t answer nay.I should have packed you off to bed;Instead I let you stay awhile,And mother scolded when I saidThat you had bribed me with your smile.And yesterday I gave to youAnother piece of chocolate cake,Some red-ripe watermelon, too,And that gave you the stomach ache.And that…
Who shall sit at the table, then, when the terms
The wisest men of the troubled lands in theirsilver and gold brocade?Yes, they shall gather in solemn state to speakfor each living race,But who shall speak for the unseen dead that shallcome to the council place?Though you see them not and you hear them not,they shall sit at the table, too;They shall throng the room…
WHAT would be the use of singing songs
What would be the use of righting wrongsIf a little woman didn’t cease to fear them?What would be the use of getting rich,Oh, what would be the use of winning fame,If the conquest wasn’t really something whichBrought glory to a little woman’s name?What would be the use of all the striving,The turmoil and the heartache…
I remember the excitement and the terrible alarm
An’ how frantic Pa and Ma got only jes’ the other dayWhen they couldn’t find the baby coz he’d up an’ walked away;But I’m sure there’s no excitement that our house has ever shookLike the times Ma can’t remember where she’s put her pocketbook.When the laundry man is standin’ at the door an’ wants his…
The father toils at his work all day,
‘Heigho! for the mother and babe of threeWho watch at the window each night for me.Their smiles are ever before my eyes,And never the sound of their voices dies,But ever and ever they seem to say,‘Love waits for you at the close of day.”At home, a mother is heard to croonTo a little babe, this…
The little old man with the curve in his back
So slack that it wrinkles and rolls on his cheeks,With a thin little voice that goes ‘crack!’ when he speaks,Never goes to the store but that right at his feetAre all of the youngsters who live on the street.And the little old man in the suit that was black,And once might have perfectly fitted his…
Or never hurled a snowball swift
At someone’s high silk hat.
Who never ran away from school,
To seek the swimming hole;
Or slyly from a neighbor’s yard
Green apples never stole.
Show me the boy who never broke
A pane of window glass;
Who never disobeyed the sign
That says: ‘Keep off the grass.’
Who never did a thousand things,
That grieve us sore to tell;
And I’ll show you a little boy
Who must be far from well.
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Show me the boy who never threw
Or never hurled a snowball swiftAt someone’s high silk hat —Who never ran away from school,To seek the swimming hole,Or slyly from a neighbor’s yardGreen apples never stole —Show me the boy who never brokeA pane of window glass,Who never disobeyed the signThat says: ‘Keep off the grass.’Who never did a thousand things,That grieve us…
O, SAD and solemn holy day,
Behold He staggers on His wayBeneath the cross that saps His powers.O, see, they goad Him with their thongs,And mock Him as He falters there,For us, for us He bears these wrongsAnd goes the crown of thorns to wear.No word of bitterness He speaks,No look of hatred mars His face,The scoffers spit upon His cheeksAnd…
IT’S HO for the holly and laughter and kisses,
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SEPTEMBER with her brushes dipped in dazzling red and gold
And we forget completely that the year is getting oldAs we gaze upon the color that she spills.For all that we rememberAre the glories of September,The bloom upon the peaches and the gold upon the grain,The apples red with blushesFrom September’s crimson brushes,The glory of the hill tops and the splendor of the plain.September —…
When the burden grows heavy, and rough is the way,
And your best doesn’t measure to what is required,When you know in your heart that you’re fast growing tired,With the odds all against you, there’s one thing to do:That is, call on your courage and see the thing through.Who battles for victory ventures defeat.Misfortune is something we all have to meet ;Take the loss with…