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ON GOING HOME FOR CHRISTMAS
He little knew the sorrow that was in his vacant
chair;
He never guessed they’d miss him, or he’d
surely have been there;
He couldn’t see his mother or the lump that
filled her throat,
Or the tears that started falling as she read
his hasty note;
And he couldn’t see his father, sitting sor-
rowful and dumb,
Or he never would have written that he thought
he couldn’t come.
He little knew the gladness that his presence
would have made,
And the joy it would have given, or he never
would have stayed.
He didn’t know how hungry had the little
mother grown
Once again to see her baby and to claim him
for her own.
He didn’t guess the meaning of his visit
Christmas Day
Or he never would have written that he
couldn’t get away.
He couldn’t see the fading of the cheeks that
once were pink,
And the silver in the tresses; and he didn’t
stop to think
How the years are passing swiftly, and next
Christmas it might be
There would be no home to visit and no mother
dear to see.
He didn’t think about it I’ll not say he didn’t
care.
He was heedless and forgetful or he’d surely
have been there.
Are you going home for Christmas? Have you
written you’ll be there?
Going home to kiss the mother and to show
her that you care?
Going home to greet the father in a way to
make him glad?
If you’re not I hope there’ll never come a time
you’ll wish you had.
Just sit down and write a letter it will make
their heart strings hum
With a tune of perfect gladness if you’ll tell
them that you’ll come.
WHAT A BABY COSTS
“How much do babies cost?” said he
The other night upon my knee;
And then I said : ” They cost a lot ;
A lot of watching by a cot,
A lot of sleepless hours and care,
A lot of heart-ache and despair,
A lot of fear and trying dread,
And sometimes many tears are shed
In payment for our babies small,
But every one is worth it all.
” For babies people have to pay
A heavy price from day to day
There is no way to get one cheap.
Why, sometimes when they’re fast asleep
You have to get up in the night
And go and see that they’re all right.
But what they cost in constant care
And worry, does not half compare
With what they bring of joy and bliss
You’d pay much more for just a kiss.
” Who buys a baby has to pay
A portion of the bill each day;
He has to give his time and thought
Unto the little one he’s bought.
He has to stand a lot of pain
Inside his heart and not complain;
And pay with lonely days and sad
For all the happy hours he’s had.
All this a baby costs, and yet
His smile is worth it all, you bet.”
Roses and Sunshine
Rough is the road I am journeying now,
Heavy the burden I’m bearing to-day;
But I’m humming a song, as I wander along,
And I smile at the roses that nod by the way.
Red roses sweet,
Blooming there at my feet,
Just dripping with honey and perfume and cheer;
What a weakling I’d be
If I tried not to see
The joy and the comfort you bring to us here.
Just tramping along o’er the highway of life,
Knowing not what’s ahead but still doing my best;
And I sing as I go, for my soul seems to know
In the end I shall come to the valley of rest.
With the sun in my face
And the roses to grace
The roads that I travel, what have I to fear?
What a coward I’d be
If I tried not to see
The roses of hope and the sunshine of cheer.