O, my brother, don't you worry! Up and down this world we go
Where the summer brings the blossoms and the winter brings the snow;
But it's spring the wide world over as through life we push along
If the heart is full of music and we sing the sunshine song!
Little Sermons.
In a glad smile from a clean heart there was never room for evil to find a place to plant a suggestion of wrong doing.
It may be wrong for some folks to dance, but the devil would rather have some people talk about their neighbors a minute than to dance a whole week. They can do so much better job at it.
The Lights of Home.
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Heave ho the anchor, laddies! The ocean rolls before;
We'll climb the waves undaunted and search the far off shore;
We'll breast the angry breakers that on the beaches comb
And sail, ah, sail, my hearties, for harbor-lights of home!