Take a Boy Along With You Teach Them of the Flag Tender Blossoms, The They're Waiting Over There Time I Played With Vardon, The To the Little Baby Tower Clock, The Town of Used to Be, The Training of Jimmy McBride, The Triumph True Critic, The Tumbler at the Sink, The Visitors Waiter, The Way of a Wife, The What a Father Wants to Know When Father Broke His Arm When I Get Home When There's Company for Tea When the Soap Gets in Your Eye White Oak, The Whooping Cough Wife o' Mine Yellow Dog, The _The Passing Throng_ From newsboy to the millionaire The passing throng goes by each day; The old man with his weight of care, The maiden in her colors gay, The mother with her babe in arms, The dreamer and the man of might, Grief's cruel scars and laughter's charms Pass by the window, day and night. Now slowly rides a corpse to find The grave and its unbroken sleep, And in the carriages behind A score of sorrowing loved ones weep; But scarcely has the hearse passed by Upon its journey to the tomb, When, wreathed with smiles of love, we spy The faces of a bride and groom. We cannot understand it all, We cannot know why this is so; From dawn until night's curtains fall, We see the people come and go. Hope lights the eyes of youth to-day, To-morrow care has left them dim; Once this man proudly walked his way, But now defeat has broken him. Could we but watch, as God must do, We'd see the struggling youth arise, We'd see him brave his dangers through, And reach his goal and claim the prize. And we might judge with gentler sight The broken lives, which come and go, And better choose 'twixt wrong and right-- If we could know what God must know. _Wife o' Mine_ Wife o' Mine, day after day Cheering me along the way; Patient, tender, smiling, true, Always ready to renew Faltering courage and to share All the day may bring of care; Dreaming dreams wherein you see Brighter years that are to be; Calling paltry pleasures fine-- That's you always, Wife o' Mine. Wife o' Mine, we've shed some tears With the passing of the years, Mourned beside our lovely dead; But somehow you've always said You and I could bear the blow Knowing God had willed it so; And you've smiled to show to me Just how brave you meant to be, Smiled to keep my faith in line-- That's you, always, Wife o' Mine. Wife o' Mine, long years ago Once I promised you would know Luxuries and costly things, Gowns of silk and jeweled rings, And you laughed as though you knew Dreams like that could not come true; Now perhaps they never will, But I see you laughing still, Welcoming me with eyes that shine-- That's you always, Wife o' Mine. _Let's Be Brave_