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 COPYRIGHT 1919 
 BY ALFRED M. ARNESE^J^ 
 
THE MAGIC OF THE WILL 
 To My Best Friend, Miss S. R. 
 
 There's a truth for every error, 
 
 A good for every ill ; 
 There's a way to heart's desires, 
 
 Thru the magic of the will. 
 
 There's a smile from you can offset 
 The frowns of all the world ; 
 
 There's a way to win it from you, 
 Oh loveliest little girl. 
 
 There are words that you can speak, 
 That'll thrill me thru and thru; 
 
 And every discord can be banished. 
 Thru sympathy with you. 
 
 There's a life of growing splendor. 
 
 Ahead of you and me ; 
 And perfect Love, oh. Sweetheart, 
 
 Shall make all that is to be. 
 
 
 ©C1A557055 
 
 NOV 10 1919 
 

 
 THE GRAND PURPOSE 
 
 Let us move within the purpose 
 
 1 hat moves the world along-, 
 Unerring- keeps its orbit 
 
 The heavenly hosts among. 
 Like the sun and earth that keepeth 
 
 1 he greatest use relation. 
 Let's hil with this great principle 
 
 ( )ur every kind of station. 
 
 It will move us ever onward 
 
 In the glorious march of time. 
 Till soul to soul shall touch 
 
 In the most delightful clime; 
 Where scenes are all enchanting 
 
 .\nd nature yields her best, 
 Where love is freely flowing 
 
 .And raptures thrill the breast. 
 
 \Ve'll exchange our growing goods 
 
 With neighbors and with friends ; 
 And heartfully enjoy the blessings 
 
 That our Father always sends. 
 ( )ur feeling hearts and minds 
 
 Shall purest channels be 
 For the sweet ambrosial waters 
 
 That courseth down eternity. 
 
 Let us keep this vision si)lendid 
 
 Of the future that's to be. 
 'Twill sweeten all our present 
 
 Till its reality we'll see. 
 .And while we're moving forward 
 
 In the ever-pleasing new. 
 Each day will be delightful 
 
 .And in growing measure too. 
 
 Li celestial joy unspeakable 
 
 Thru our sweet lips shall flow. 
 Life's sweetest of elixirs 
 
 Love's ever-best to know. 
 One taste of its great sw-eetness 
 
 Transforms the life for vou. 
 And its daily drinking 
 
 Both mind and bodv will renew. 
 
TOO MUCH MR. BILL 
 
 One da_\- upon the ri\'er side 
 
 A girl and fellow met, 
 It seemed to her a case of love 
 
 That neither should regret. 
 How wondrous sweet that meeting was 
 
 There by the old red mill ; 
 But soon she found he was a case 
 
 Of too niucli Mr. Bill. 
 
 This -world could he a paradise, 
 
 \\'it]i beauties everywhere. 
 And life could be a wonder-song 
 
 In sweet, melodious air; 
 And love could flow from e}-e to eye 
 
 And our whole beings fill; 
 If we met not so oft a case, 
 
 Of too much Mr. Bill. 
 
 CHORUS: But everywhere some Bill is there. 
 
 No matter where you go. " 
 With cunning words, the sweetest heard. 
 
 You'll find he's never slow. 
 But in his heart you'll have no part, 
 
 And that you never will ; 
 For on his mind, as soon you'll find, 
 
 Idiere's too much Mr. Bill. 
 
 How oft a girl will meet a man 
 
 Most promising to her ; 
 Who with his smiles and honey'd words. 
 
 Is making quite a stir. 
 But when she learns the reason why 
 
 Her heart would sweeth- thrill. 
 In pain she'll find he is a case. 
 
 Of t(K) much Mr. Bill. 
 
 CHORUS: But everywhere some Bill is there, etc. 
 
THE PROFITEER IS UP TO UNCLE SAM 
 
 There's profiteers in factories, 
 
 There's profiteers in stores; 
 And thru their manipulations 
 
 The price of living soars. 
 And now it's got to such a point 
 
 Where something must be done: 
 Where profiteering must be fought. 
 
 And fought till victory's won. 
 
 God's world is full of everything 
 
 To satisfy all needs ; 
 And all could live in Joyland 
 
 And on earth's best could feed ; 
 If man to man would be more kind. 
 
 Would have a feeling heart ; 
 And each would do his proper work, 
 
 And each be paid his part. 
 
 CHORUS: Uncle Sam, it's up to you 
 
 To prove what you can do ; 
 You've got a worthy task 
 To rid us as we'll ask 
 
 Of profiteers. 
 You know they're in the wrong 
 And we've had them all too long- 
 So get busy with your power 
 For now has struck the hour 
 
 To rid us of the profiteers. 
 
 There's many men who a-i-e working now 
 
 From morn till late at night : 
 And many loving mothers work 
 
 Far from their children's sight ; 
 Because their husband's underpaid 
 
 And has been so for years. 
 And people manywhere are underfed, 
 
 Because of profiteers. 
 
 You turned the tide across the sea 
 
 'Tween warring nations there ; 
 And in this crying need today, 
 
 I know you'll do your share. 
 A word from you is power enough 
 
 To fix man's working day; 
 You've power to handle profiteers. 
 
 And regulate man's pay. 
 
 CHORUS: Uncle Sam, it's up to you, etc. 
 
 Oh ! what's the use of all our strikes 
 
 WMiile profiteers exist; 
 Although you gain the very wage 
 
 On which you will insist? 
 F'or what you gain in higher pay, 
 
 Your money's power lose ; 
 I"or prices in proportion rise. 
 
 So, tell me, what's the use? 
 
MY SWEET IRISH NELL 
 Miss S. R. 
 
 I've seen the sweet Parisian girls 
 
 And London's charming belles ; 
 The Andalusian beauties too 
 
 ( )t whom the traveler tells. 
 I've been with Norway's fairest, 
 
 Italian maids as well ; 
 But I've ne'er seen a girl so fair. 
 
 As my sweet Irish Xell. 
 
 CHORUS: Oh! Sweet, sweet Irish Xell! 
 
 There's none like her I know. 
 Her sweet, smiling face and dear winning ways 
 
 Keeps ni}- whole being aglow. 
 Love's thrilling light, most radiant and bright. 
 
 Shines from the soul of this belle. 
 My delight is forever in pleasing; 
 
 My own sweet Irish Xell. 
 
 She's been my bright, dear sun of life. 
 
 Since her first smile was seen. 
 And I'll adore her more and more. 
 
 My charming sweet Colleen. 
 She makes this world like heaven. 
 
 In every place we dwell; 
 Oh! God gave the best thing in life. 
 
 When He gave me sweet XeU. 
 (Reprinted with alterations from \'olume 2.) 
 
THE INCOMPARABLE 
 Miss S. R. 
 
 The millionaire may have his wealth 
 
 And all that gold can buy. 
 The traveling- man may well enjoy 
 
 The scenes of earth and sky ; 
 And move among the company 
 
 Of girls both high and low, 
 And pleasures may await him too, 
 
 Where'er he'll choose to go. 
 CHORUS : But there's a wealth that's dearer far 
 Than all of earth's great treasures are. 
 A loveliness that far excells 
 The beauties of all other belles. 
 A constant feast for eyes and ears, 
 A company that life endears 
 With goods all other goods above. 
 And that's the girl I love. 
 
 A smile from her's enough for me 
 
 To set my soul ablaze. 
 And every good of human kind. 
 
 Is mirrored in her face. 
 I share with her a million joys 
 
 Thru sympathy of soul ; 
 And live in growing sweet delight. 
 
 In love the best of all. 
 
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 YOUR MEMORY SOME DAY 
 
 Like the cloud of this morn 
 That so quickly was l)orn 
 And as cjuickly dissolved 
 In the sunshine away; 
 So the evils you've known 
 Shall from memorv he gone. 
 In the sunlight 
 Of Truth some dav. 
 
 And the places they've held 
 Ne'er again shall be swelled 
 With their presence 
 So odious and drear ; 
 But instead shall be filled 
 With charms that have thrilled. 
 And with beauties 
 Most radiant and fair. 
 
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