Cover them over with beautiful flowers, Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours, Lying so silent by night and by day.

Worm or beetle - drought or tempest - on a farmer's land may fall, Each is loaded full o' ruin, but a mortgage beats 'em all.

So I have talked with Betsey and Betsey has talked with me, And we have agreed together that we can't never agree

Over the hill to the poor-house I'm trudgin' my weary way.

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 the sake of getting more!

We thank Thee, O Father of all, for... all the soul-help that sad souls understand.

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 we know Careful with words, is ten times doubly so. Thoughts unexpressed may sometimes fall back dead; But God Himself can't kill them when they're said.