Over all our happy country - over all our Nation spread, Is a band of noble heroes - is our Army of the Dead. — Will Carleton Copy Share Image
“ Autumn Days Yellow, mellow, ripened days, Sheltered in a golden coating; O'er the dreamy, listless haze, White and dainty cloudlets floating; Winking at… — Will Carleton Copy Share Image
Boys flying kites haul in their white winged birds; You can't do that way when you're flying words. Careful with fire, is good advice… — Will Carleton Copy Share Image
And that was the way The deuce was to pay As it always is, at the close of the day That gave us — Will Carleton Copy Share Image
But I have learned a thing or two; I know as sure as fate, when we lock up our lives for wealth, the gold… — Will Carleton Copy Share Image
Cover them over with beautiful flowers, Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours, Lying so silent by night and by day Sleeping the… — Will Carleton Copy Share Image
I've watched my duty, straight an' true, an' tried to do it well; Part of the time kept heaven in view, An' part steered… — Will Carleton Copy Share Image
Over all our happy country - over all our Nation spread, Is a band of noble heroes - is our Army of the Dead. — Will Carleton Copy Share Image
Thanksgiving-day, I fear, If one the solemn truth must touch, Is celebrated, not so much To thank the Lord for blessing o'er, As for… — Will Carleton Copy Share Image
Worm or beetle - drought or tempest - on a farmer's land may fall, Each is loaded full o' ruin, but a mortgage beats… — Will Carleton Copy Share Image
