When Memory, with gentle hand, Has led me to that foreign land Of childhood days, I long to be Again the boy on bended knee, With head a-bow, and drowsy smile Hid in a mother's lap the while,...
When she comes home again! A thousand ways I fashion, to myself, the tenderness Of my glad welcome: I shall tremble - yes; And touch her, as when first in the old days...
A thing 'at's 'bout as tryin' as a healthy man kin meet Is some poor feller's funeral a-joggin' 'long the street: The slow hearse and the hosses - slow enough, to say at least,...
Who bides his time, and day by day Faces defeat full patiently, And lifts a mirthful roundelay, However poor his fortunes be, He will not fail in any qualm Of poverty - the paltry dime...
My dear old friends - It jes beats all, The way you write a letter So's ever' last line beats the first, And ever' next-un's better! - W'y, ever' fool-thing you putt down You make so interestin',...