The March o' Man

Down to work o' mornings, an' back to home at nights,
Down to hours o' labor, an' home to sweet delights;
Down to care an' trouble, an' home to love an' rest,
With every day a good one, an' every evening blest.

Down to dreary dollars, an' back to home to play,
From love to work an' back to love, so slips the day away.
From babies back to business an' back to babes again,
From parting kiss to welcome kiss, this marks the march o' men.

Some care between our laughter, a few hours filled with strife,
A time to stand on duty, then home to babes and wife;
The bugle sounds o' mornings to call us to the fray,
But sweet an' low 'tis love that calls us home at close o' day.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

[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