Look at the trees now, aren't they bare? But you let a certain day come for spring and they'll come out. They won't be the same le...aves that was there last year, but when they come out they're so pretty. I look out at those trees and just think, Oh, you're so beautiful. God sure dressed you up. I say that to a tree. The work I have done, if I have to do it over, I'm willin'. But I don't want to go back. Let me be the leaf just laying at the foot of the tree giving it substance to grow.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Thru all the tumult and the strife, I hear that music ringing.... It sounds and echoes in my soul; How can I keep from singing?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The day is not far distant when the man who dies leaving behind him millions of available wealth, which was free for him to admini...ster during life, will pass away "unwept, unhonored, and unsung," no matter to what uses he leave the dross which he cannot take with him. Of such as these the public verdict will then be: "The man who dies thus rich dies disgraced." Such, in my opinion, is the true gospel concerning wealth, obedience to which is destined some day to solve the problem of the rich and the poor.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Well, something for a snowstorm to have shown The country's singing strength thus brought together,... That though repressed and moody with the weather Was nonetheless there ready to be freed And sing the wild flowers up from root and seed.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and... strong, The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else, The day what belongs to the day--at night the party of... young fellows, robust, friendly, Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away; for now the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth...; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.... For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »