If Only I Were Santa Claus (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
If only I were Santa Claus and you were still a boy, I'd find the chimney to your heart and ...
If only I were Santa Claus and you were still a boy, I'd find the chimney to your heart and ...
_The proof of a man is the danger test_, _That shows him up at his worst or best_. ...
To happiness I raise my glass, The goal of every human, The hope of every clan and class ...
I've' felt some little thrills of pride, I've inwardly rejoicedAlong the pleasant lanes of life to hear my praises voiced;No ...
I do not ask a store of wealth, Nor special gift of power;I hope always for strength and health To ...
Adown the lanes of memory bloom all the flowers of yesteryear,And looking back we smile to see life's bright red ...
Turn me loose and let me beYoung once more and fancy free;Let me wander where I will,Down the lane and ...
When the hair about the temples starts to show the signs of gray,And a fellow realizes that he's wandering far ...
When an old man gets to thinking of the years he's traveled through,He hears again the laughter of the little ...
Who once has had a friend has foundThe link 'twixt mortal and divine; Though now he sleeps in hallowed ground,He ...
I will lend you, for a little time,A child of mine, He said.For you to love the while he lives,And ...
Along the paths o' glory there are faces new to-day,There are youthful hearts and sturdy that have found the westward ...
You're spoiling them! the mother criesWhen I give way to weepy eyesAnd let them do the things they wish,Like cleaning ...
The finest tribute we can payUnto our hero dead to-day,Is not a rose wreath, white and red,In memory of the ...
Let every day be Mother's Day!Make roses grow along her way And beauty everywhere.Oh, never let her eyes be wetWith ...
These are the memories of tomorrow, Smile of friend we meet today, Sympathy to soothe our sorrow, Roses blooming by ...
Here she walked and romped about, And here beneath this apple treeWhere all the grass is trampled out ...
SWEET is a rosebud, pink or red,And sweet are the blooms of May,And sweet is the fragrance about us shedOn ...
All things grow lovely in a little while,The brush of memory paints a canvas fair;The dead face through the ages ...
The little house is not too smallTo shelter friends who come to call.Though low the roof and small its spaceIt ...
One never knowsHow far a word of kindness goes;One never seesHow far a smile of friendship flees.Down, through the years,The ...
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