I cannot say, and I will not say That he is dead. He is just away. With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand, He has wandered into an unknown la….

The jelly - the jam and the marmalade, And the cherry-and quince-'preserves' she made! And the sweet-sour pickles of peach and pear, With cinnamon in….

He is not dead, he is just - away..

Continuous, unflagging effort, persistence and determination will win. Let not the man be discouraged who has these..

I love the horse from hoof to head. From head to hoof and tail to mane. I love the horse as I have said - From head to hoof and back again..

But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days Is a pictur' that no painter ha….

The most essential factor is persistence - the determination never to allow your energy or enthusiasm to be dampened by the discouragement that must ….

Think of him still as the same, I say, He is not dead, he is just - away..

I don't know how to tell it--but ef such a thing could be As the angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me-- I'd want to 'ccommodate 'em-….

When you awaken some morning and hear that somebody or other has been discovered, you can put it down as a fact that he discovered himself years ago ….

To make the world a friendly place, one must show it a friendly face..

O, it sets my heart a clickin' like the tickin' of a clock, when the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock..

The ripest peach is highest on the tree.

It is no use to grumble and complain; It's just as cheap and easy to rejoice; When God sorts out the weather and sends rain - Why, rain's my choice..

Just a wee cot-the crickets chirr-love and the smiling face of her..

As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known, So I turn the leaves of Fancy, till in….

Long about knee-deep in June, 'Bout the time strewberries melts On the vine..

Tell you what I like the best - 'Long about knee-deep in June, 'Bout the time strawberries melts On the vine, - some afternoon Like to jes' git o….

O'er folded blooms On swirls of musk, The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps along the dusk..

And the sun had on a crown Wrought of gilded thistledown, And a scarf of velvet vapor And a raveled rainbow gown; And his tinsel-tangled hair Tossed ….

Oh, the world's a curious compound, with its honey and its gall, With its cares and bitter crosses, but a good world after all. And a good God must h….