It's mighty hard for Mother—I am busy through the day
And the tasks of every morning keep the gloomy thoughts away,
And I'm not forever meeting with a slipper or a gown
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He wears a long and solemn face
And drives the children from his place;
He doesn't like to hear them shout
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'I had a full day in my purse
When I arose, and now it's gone!
I wonder if I can rehearse
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Once there was a boy who never
Tore his clothes, or hardly ever,
Never made his sister mad,
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Argue it pro and con as you will,
And flout each other with words,
But the rose will bloom and the summer still
Will bring us the song of birds.
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THE dead return. I know they do;
The glad smile may have passed from view,
The ringing voice that cheered us so
In that remembered long ago
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Peace, unto this house, I pray,
Keep terror and despair away;
Shield it from evil and let sin
Never find lodging room within.
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Mothers and wives, 'tis the call to arms
That the bugler yonder prepares to sound;
We stand on the brink of war's alarms
And your men may lie on a blood-stained
ground.
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You needn't be rich to be happy,
You needn't be famous to smile;
There are joys for the poorest of toilers
If only he'll think them worth while.
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I'd like to think when life is done
That I had filled a needed post.
That here and there I'd paid my fare
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