Apples ripe for eating and a stock of them below For the long cold nights of winter we shall shortly come to know, So that when we need a pleasure that will seem to soothe the soul We can wander to the cellar and fill up the apple bowl; So we could, if we were mindful, when our hearts with grief are sad, Refresh our faltering courage with the pleasures we have had. _When There's Company for Tea_ When there's company for tea Things go mighty hard with me; Got to sit an' wait an' wait Till the last guest's cleaned his plate, An' I mustn't ask Ma what Kind of pie it is she's got, Mustn't crunch my napkin up Or dip cookies in my cup. When there's company for tea Home don't seem like home to me; Got to wash my ears an' neck Till they do not show a speck; Got to brush my hair an' then Got to change my waist again, Then walk slowly down stairs an' Try to be a gentleman. When there's company for tea Ma spends hours instructing me How to eat an' what to say, An' I can't go out to play When I've finished, but must stay Till Ma whispers: "Now you may!" Sittin' still is not much fun When you've got your supper done. When there's company for tea, Then the servant waits on me Last instead of first, an' I Mustn't talk when she comes by; If the boys outside should call, I don't answer 'em at all; You'd never know that it was me When there's company for tea. _When I Get Home_ When I get home at night they run To meet me down the street; The duties of the day are done And joy is mine to meet. Here is a welcome warm and true, Worth every task a man can do. I stoop to catch them in my arms And nestle face to face; The finest of this old world's charms Is naught to this embrace; Thus to be greeted, I declare, Is worth a thousand years of care. The toiling of the day is o'er, No more I need to roam, They shout this through the open door: "Oh, Mother! Daddy's home!" Who would not toil where engines hiss To earn so glad an hour as this? When I get home at night and see The little place aglow With love and laughter all for me, The table set just so, I tell myself, just one glad smile Makes all the care of day worth while. Oh, we have grieved and we have wept And bitter were our tears, Yet when the long faith we have kept Through all the lonely years, There will be glad souls in the gloam To welcome us when we get home. _Living with the People_ Living with the people, the good, the brave, the strong, Glad to pass the time of day with all who come along. Lord, it's good to meet Your children as they trudge life's thoroughfare, And learn the hopes they cherish and the dreams they see out there.