A convalescin' woman does the strangest sort o' things, 176
A feller don't start in to think of himself, 174
A feller isn't thinkin' mean out fishin', 48
A little ship goes out to sea, 66
Along the paths o' glory there are faces new to-day, 61
An apple tree beside the way, 60
Before you came, my little lad, 77
Best way to read a book I know, 122
Cliffs of Scotland, guard them well, 63
Down to work o' mornings an' back to home at nights, 188
Eagerly he took my dime, 133
First thing in the morning, last I hear at night, 72
Full many a flag the breeze has kissed, 28
Give me the house where the toys are strewn, 30
Glad to get back home again, 82
God grant me these: the strength to do, 17
God grant that we shall never see, 76
God made the little boys for fun, 103
Got a sliver in my hand, 34
He couldn't use his driver any better on the tee, 184
He shall be great who serves his country well, 105
He was battle-scarred and ugly, 180
I can't help thinkin' o' the lad, 94
I do not ask a store of wealth, 166
I don't see why Pa likes him so, 26
I have no wish, my little lad, 156
I hold the finest picture books, 53
I like to get to thinking of the old days
that are gone, 128
I look into the faces of the people passing by, 22
I remember the excitement and the terrible alarm, 24
I think my country needs my vote, 131
I wish I was a poet like the men that write in books, 90
I wonder what the trees will say, 134
I wonder where's a better job than buying
cake and meat, 142
I would rather be the daddy, 52
I'd like to think when life is done, 36
If I could have my wish to-night, 120
I'm just the man to make things right, 55
"I'm never alone in the garden," he said, 170
I'm sorry for a feller if he hasn't any aunt, 88
Is it all in the envelope holding your pay? 150
Isn't it fine when the day is done, 13
It is faith that bridges the land of breath, 111
Last night I caught him on his knees, 70
Let loose the sails of love and let them fill, 33
Little girlie, kneeling there, 152
Little lady at the altar, 58
Men talk too much of gold and fame, 143
My father is a peaceful man, 46
My father knows the proper way, 80
My Pa can hit his thumbnail, 186
Oh, my shoulders grow aweary, 112
Old women say that men don't know, 124
One day the doctor came because my throat
was feeling awful sore, 163
One never knows how far a word of kindness goes, 31
Pete bristles when the doorbell rings, 157
She is gentle, kind and fair, 67
She never closed her eyes in sleep, 20
"Some day," says Ma, "I'm goin' to get, 64
Some folks there be who seem to need excitement, 138
Some have the gift of song, 98
Somebody said that it couldn't be done, 37
Sometimes I'm almost glad to hear, 162
Strange thoughts come to the man alone, 145
Sure, they get stubborn at times, 79
"Tell us a story," comes the cry, 18
The children bring us laughter, 108
The dead return; I know they do, 84
The doctor leads a busy life, 114
The father toils at his work all day, 123
The golden dreamboat's ready, 158
The good old-fashioned mothers, 160
The kids at our house number three, 117
The little house has grown too small, 50
The little woman, to her I bow, 92
There are little eyes upon you, 172
There may be finer pleasures than just
tramping with your boy, 116
There will always be something to do, 119
There's a bump on his brow, 69
There's a little chap at our house, 56
There's nothing cheers a fellow up
just like a hearty greeting, 15
There's the mother at the doorway, 11
These joys are free to all who live, 171
They come to my room at the break of day, 165
"They tie you down," a woman said, 74
They've hung their stockings up with care, 102
Though some may yearn for titles great, 44
Tuggin' at your bottle, 149
Under the roof where the laughter rings, 32
We cannot count our friends, nor say, 43
We play at our house and have all sorts of fun, 16
We're gittin' so we need again, 146
We've never seen the Father here, 153
Whatever the task and whatever the risk, 109
When a little baby dies, 155
When an old man gets to thinking, 140
When father couldn't wear them, 147
"When I am rich," he used to say, 130
When I was but a little lad, 168
When mother baked an angel cake, 96
When Mrs. Malone got a letter from Pat, 41
When we've honored the heroes returning from France, 136
When winter shuts a fellow in, 86
Whenever I walk through God's Acres of Dead, 178
Who shall sit at the table, then, 40
With time our notions allus change, 182
You can brag about the famous men you know, 126
You can learn a lot from boys, 100
You never hear the robins brag, 38
You shall have satin and silk to wear, 106
"You're spoiling them!" the mother cries, 14