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

If there's a heaven upon the earth, a fellow knows it when He's been away from home a week, and then gets back again.

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

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.

Yellow, mellow, ripened days, Sheltered in a golden coating; O'er the dreamy, listless haze, White and dainty cloudlets floating; Winking at the blushing trees, And the sombre, furrowed fallow; Smiling at the airy ease, Of the southward flying swallow Sweet and smiling are thy ways, Beauteous, golden Autumn days.

To appreciate heaven well, it's good for a person to have some fifteen minutes of hell.

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