Worm Or Beetle - Drought Or Tempest

We Thank Thee, O Father Of All, For... All The Soul-help That Sad Souls Understand.

Over The Hill To The Poor-house I'm Trudgin' My Weary Way.

To Appreciate Heaven Well, It's Good For A Person To Have Some Fifteen Minutes Of Hell.

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!

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.