I have seen men march to the wars, and then I have watched their homeward tread, and they brought back bodies of living men, But their eyes were cold and dead. — Edmund Vance Cooke Copy Share Image
Don't fight with the pillow, but lay down your head And kick every worriment out of the bed. — Edmund Vance Cooke Copy Share Image
Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce Or a trouble is what you make it, And it isn't the fact that… — Edmund Vance Cooke Copy Share Image
I have seen men march to the wars, and then I have watched their homeward tread, and they brought back bodies of living men,… — Edmund Vance Cooke Copy Share Image
So you tell yourself you are pretty find clay To have tricked temptation and turned it away, But wait, my friend, for a different… — Edmund Vance Cooke Copy Share Image
You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that? Come up with a smiling face, It's nothing against you to fall down flat But… — Edmund Vance Cooke Copy Share Image
Perhaps the reward of the spirit who tries Is not the goal but the exercise. — Edmund Vance Cooke Copy Share Image
But maybe prayer is a road to rise, A mountain path leading toward the skies To assist the spirit who truly tries. But it… — Edmund Vance Cooke Copy Share Image
“Did you tackle that trouble that came your way With a resolute heart and cheerful? Or hide your face from the light of day… — Edmund Vance Cooke Copy Share Image
You may batter your way through the thick of the fray, You may sweat, you may swear, you may grunt; You may be a… — Edmund Vance Cooke Copy Share Image
