On yonder hill sits a genius
In heaven’s guiding hand,
That pours his thoughts just as he writes
His power is God not man.
FOR MY HEART
When the heart is crippled
And the soul cannot be raised,
Just think of dear old mother
That’s the spark that lights the blaze.
ROUND RY ROUND
Just a word of consolation
While I dream night and day,
Will help me climb the ladder of fame
Though the top is far away.
A THOUGHT WE SHOULD HAVE
My heart at times loses a beat,
But the trouble will ne’er be known,
For I have that much mother wit
Each tub has a bottom of its own.
It’s easy to be good in life,
But hard to be faultless.
Good thoughts on the mind
Should lie deep in the heart.
So bountifully in, flows the word keep peace.
Dare not e’er to intrude.