If everyone else in this great world of ours
Would be willing to stick to his first.
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There is too much of sighing, and weaving
There is too much of wailing and grieving,And too much of railing at care.There is far too much glorificationOf money and pleasure and fame;But I sing the joy of my station,And I sing the love of my game.There is too much of tremble-lip tellingOf hurts that have come with the fight.There is too much of…
Mothers and wives, ’tis the call to arms
We stand on the brink of war’s alarmsAnd your men may lie on a blood-stainedground.The drums may play and the flags may fly,And our boys may don the brown and blue,And the call that summons brave men to dieIs the call for glorious women, too.Mothers and wives, if the summons comes,You, as ever since war…
Old-fashioned flowers! I love them all:
The pansies in their patch of shade,The violets, stolen from a glade,The bleeding hearts and columbine,Have long been garden friends of mine;But memory every summer flocksAbout a clump of hollyhocks.The mother loved them years ago;Beside the fence they used to grow,And though the garden changed each yearAnd certain blooms would disappearTo give their places in…
JUST to do the little things
Enough of satisfaction bringsTo those who tread the simple way;To make the striving here worth whileThey do not ask for glories great,They’re happy with the rank and fileAnd are content to work and wait.They seek their homes at close of dayAnd there find happiness and rest,They watch their little children play,And out of life they…
He thought that he’d be happy if a fortune he could make,
He often thought it would be nice an ocean trip to takeWhenever he desired to go away.He thought he’d be contented if he owned a motor carAnd had the price to pay for gasoline;He thought he’d like it to afford a fifty-cent cigarAnd spend his time a-golfing on the green.He used to say that he’d…
Here’s to you, little mother,
May the joy of service smotherAll your grief this Christmas day;May the magic of his splendorThrill your spirit through and throughAnd may all that’s fine and tenderMake a smiling day for you.May you never know the sadnessThat from day to day you dread;May you never find but gladnessIn the Flag that’s overhead;May the good God…