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Sometimes I keepFrom going to sleep,To hear the katydids 'cheep-cheep!'And think they sayTheir prayers that way;But _katydids_ don't have to _pray_!I..

It was a Jolly Miller lived on the River Dee;He looked upon his piller, and there he found a flea:'O Mr. Flea! you have bit' me,And you shall shorely..

The Jaybird he's my _favorite_Of all the birds they is!I think he's quite a stylish sightIn that blue suit of his:An' when he' lights an' shuts his..

The Hired Man's supper, which he sat before,In near reach of the wood-box, the stove-doorAnd one leaf of the kitchen-table, wasSomewhat belated, and..

Who am I but the Frog--the Frog!My realm is the dark bayou,And my throne is the muddy and moss-grown logThat the poison-vine clings to--And the..

Here's his ragged 'roundabout';Turn the pockets inside out:See; his pen-knife, lost to use,Rusted shut with apple-juice;Here, with marbles, top and..

'Hey, Bud! O Bud!' rang out a gleeful call,--'_The Loehrs is come to your house!_' And a smallBut very much elated little chap,In snowy linen-suit..

The old days--the far days--The overdear and fair!--The old days--the lost days--How lovely they were!The old days of Morning,With the dew-drench on..

It's many's the scenes which is dear to my mindAs I think of my childhood so long left behind;The home of my birth, with it's old puncheon-floor,And..

The stars are falling, and the skyIs like a field of faded flowers;The winds on weary wings go by;The moon hides, and the tempest lowers;And still..

One 's the pictur' of his Pa,And the _other_ of her Ma--Jes the bossest pair o' babies 'at a mortal ever saw!And we love 'em as the beesLoves the..

''Scurious-like,' said the tree-toad,'I've twittered far rain all day;And I got up soon,And I hollered till noon--But the sun, hit blazed away,Till I..

The Town Karnteel--! It's who'll revealIts praises jushtifiable?For who can sing av anythingSo lovely and reliable?Whin Summer, Spring, or Winter..

The touches of her hands are like the fallOf velvet snowflakes; like the touch of downThe peach just brushes 'gainst the garden wall;The flossy..

First she come to our house,Tommy run and hid;And Emily and Bob and meWe cried jus' like we didWhen Mother died,--and we all said'At we all wisht 'at..

Uncle Sidney, when he wuz here,Maked me a squirtgun out o' someElder-bushes 'at growed out nearWhere wuz the brickyard--'way out clearTo where the..

Thou Poet, who, like any lark,Dost whet thy beak and trillFrom misty morn till murky dark,Nor ever pipe thy fill:Hast thou not, in thy cheery..

While with Ambition's hectic flameHe wastes the midnight oil,And dreams, high-throned on heights of fame,To rest him from his toil,--Death's Angel..

MAY 30, 1878,Dying for victory, cheer on cheerThundered on his eager ear.--CHARLES L. HOLSTEIN.IDeep, tender, firm and true, the Nation's heartThrobs..

Every brick, every page, every song,Every effort, small or strong,Builds a legacy that will remain,Long after we forget the pain.Workers of all..

On Labor Day, we pause to see,The sweat and care of industry.The builders, doctors, cooks, and more,Each opens doors, each shapes the core.From..

Work is the heartbeat, steady and true,It builds, it mends, it carries through.Through calloused hands and thoughtful mind,The world grows better..

Not all heroes wear a cape,Some shape the world without escape.In offices, in fields, on roads,They bear the weight, they share the loads.Their..

Work is more than coin or pay,It shapes our world in every way.A builder, teacher, nurse, or guide,Their labor flows like ocean tide.Through sweat..

Labor Day is more than rest,It honors all who give their best.The ones who toil, who rise, who strive,Who keep our dreams and hopes alive.Their hands..