The humblest workman has his place, Which no one else can fill.

Tis the mind must guide the hand.

Let the child feel Christ is near him By your faith will grow his own Death nor danger will affright him If he never feels alone.

All the world is happy when Santa Claus comes.

Merrily, merrily, listen to me, Flitting and flying from tree to tree. Nothing fear I, by land or sea, For God in Heaven is watching me.

Oh! like a wreath, let Christmas mirth To-day encircle all the earth, And bind the nations with the love That Jesus brought from heaven above.

There's love, sweet love, for one and all-- For love is best for great and small.

Nobody follows me where I go, Over the mountains or valleys below Nobody sees where the wild winds blow, Only the Father in Heaven can know.

You better watch out You better not cry Better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town

Wherever I fly from my own dear nest, I always come back, for home is the best.

Children delight in folk-tale and fairy lore, but the very little child loves best the story which mirrors the familiar. And it is for him, and for the mother who is striving in this age of profusion to guard the innate simplicity of her child's nature, that I have written my little stories.

Strength and skill are happy comrades.

Love is a bridge that links us heart to heart Mother and child can never live apart.

Once upon a time there was a saucer pie. A saucer pie is one that is baked in a saucer instead of a pan and if you have never seen one, I hope you will before you are a hundred years old.

One day the wind blew through the town, and oh, how merry it was! It whistled down the chimneys, and scampered round the corners, and sang in the tree tops. Come and dance, come and dance, come and dance with me, that is what it seemed to say.