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IF WE ONLY KNEW
If we only knew that the smiles we see
Often hide the tears that would fain be free,
Would we not more tender and loving be,
If we only knew?

If we only knew that the words we say
Oft may drive the peace from some heart away,
Would we speak those words in the selfsame way,
If we only knew?

If we only knew that some weary heart
Has been burdened more by our thoughtless art,
Would we cause the tears from those eyes to start,
If we only knew?

If we only knew that in every life
Disappointments, sorrows and cares are rife,
Would we add more burdens unto that strife,
If we only knew?

If we only knew, as we onward go,
Many things that here we can never know,
Far more patient love we would often show,
If we only knew?


If Tears Could
Build A Stairway,
And Memories
A Lane, I’d Walk Right up to
Heaven and Bring You Home Again.


MOTHER MACHREE
There’s a spot in my heart, which no Coleen may own;
There’s a depth in my soul, never sounded or known;
There’s a place in my memory, my life that you fill;
No other can take it, no one ever will.

All my sorrows and tears in the dear days gone bye;
Were made bright by the light of the smile in your eye.
Like a candle that sets in the window at night;
Your fond love has cheered me and guided me right.

Sure, I love the dear silver that shines in your hair;
And the brow that has furrowed and wrinkled with care.
I kiss your dear fingers so toil worn for me.
Oh, God Bless You and Keep You, Mother Machree.

Author Unknown


MY ROSARY
The hours I spend with thee dear heart,
Are a string of pearls to me;
I count them over every one apart,
My Rosary.

Each hour a pearl, each pearl a prayer,
To still a heart in absence wrung.
I tell each bead unto the end and there
A cross is hung.

O, memories that bless and burn!
O, barren gain and bitter loss!
I kiss each bead and strive at last to near,
To kiss the cross,
Sweetheart, to kiss the cross.

R C ROGERS


THE KISS
The fountain mingles with the river;
And the river with the ocean.
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion.

Nothing in this world is single,
All things by a law Divine.
In one each other being mingled,
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven;
And the waves clasp one another.
No sister flower would be forgiven,
If it disdained its brother.

See the sunlight clasp the earth;
And the moonbeam kiss the sea.
But what are all these kisses worth,
If thou kiss not me?

Author Unknown


SKETCHES
When years have drifted by me…
And youth is gone from view…
I search the land of memory…
For things I used to do…

And as I wander back again…
To times when I was gay…
It doesn’t seem like years have passed…
But just like yesterday…

The road that leads to memory…
Is paved with broken dreams…
But once traversed recalls to me…
My most sought after schemes…

It’s just as though I live again…
In peace and comfort rare…
Great expectations for a moment…
Are my own to share…

And that is why I like to go…
Back where my dreams begin…
And glory in the reverie…
Of things that might have been.

Ben Burroughs
Corona Daily Independent

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