“ST. VALENTINE’S DAY” Let loose the sails of love and let them fill With breezes sweet with tenderness to-day; Scorn not the praises youthful lovers say; Romance is old, but it is lovely still. Not he who shows his love deserves the jeer, But he who speaks not what she longs to hear. There is…
The little path that leads to home,
That is the road for me,
I know no finer path to roam, With finer sights to see.
But I hold to the opinion, as I walk my way along,
That living’s made of laughter and good-fellowship and song.
Under the rough outside you view,
Is a man who thinks and feels as you.
IF you would smile a little more And I would kinder be, If you would stop to think before You speak of faults you see.
Is anybody happier because you passed his way?
Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today?
Days are gettin’ shorter an’ the air a keener snap;
Apples now are droppin’ into Mother Nature’s lap;
Old-fashioned letters! How good they were!
And nobody writes them now;
The thought of dinners good And pies and cake that used to be When mother cooked with wood.