Poet Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 1.  
    God bless you all this Christmas Day
    And drive the cares and griefs away.Oh, may the shining Bethlehem star
  • 2.  
    A man is at his finest towards the finish of the year;
    He is almost what he should be when the Christmas season is here;Then he's thinking more of others than he's thought the months before,
  • 3.  
    It's guessing time at our house; every evening after tea
    We start guessing what old Santa's going to leave us on our tree.Everyone of us holds secrets that the others try to steal,
  • 4.  
    He little knew the sorrow that was in his vacant chair;
    He never guessed they'd miss him, or he'd surely have been there;He couldn't see his mother or the lump that filled her throat,
  • 5.  
    It's “be a good boy, Willie,”
    And it's “run away and play,For Santa Claus is coming
  • 6.  
    In the Christmas times of the long ago,
    There was one event we used to know That was better than any other;
  • 7.  
    A year is filled with glad events:
    The best is Christmas day,But every holiday presents
  • 8.  
    Gettin' together to smile an' rejoice,
    An' eatin' an' laughin' with folks of your choice;An' kissin' the girls an' declarin' that they
  • 9.  
    It may be I am getting old and like too much to dwell
    Upon the days of bygone years, the days I loved so well;But thinking of them now I wish somehow that I could know
  • 10.  
    He isn't very brilliant and his pace is often slow,
    There's nothing very flashy in his style; He has to dig and labor for the things he wants to know,
  • 11.  
    Grandmother says when I pass her the cake:
    'Just half of that, please.'If I serve her the tenderest portion of steak:
  • 12.  
    This is the thing we fight:
    A cry of terror in the night;A ship on work of mercy bentâ??
  • 13.  
    Love and laughter lead you
    Down the pathways of the year, And may each morning feed you
  • 14.  
    The child world is a wondrous world,
    For there the flags of hate are furled, And there the imps of wickedness
  • 15.  
    I'M glad I have a wife at home
    That's patient, kind and true;I 'm glad a little tot of three
  • 16.  
    The biggest moment in our lives was that when first he cried,
    From that day unto this, for him, we've struggled side by side.We can recount his daily deeds, and backwards we can look,
  • 17.  
    The whistle sounds! The game is o'er!
    We pay our tribute now with tears Instead of smiling eyes and cheers.
  • 18.  
    HUSBAND and wife for fourteen years!
    And just like children now,As fond of one another as
  • 19.  
    "NEVER again,' said Mrs. Green, as she swayed in her rocking chair,
    'Never again will I think one house big enough for two to share;Never again will I go away with another family,
  • 20.  
    SHE wanted to be asked again,
    And so she wiped the dishes,She took a knife, and with the men
  • 21.  
    Get off your downy cots of ease,
    There's work that must be done.Great danger's riding on the seas.
  • 22.  
    I'm sorry for a fellow if he cannot look and see
    In a grate fire's friendly flaming all the joys which used to be.If in quiet contemplation of a cheerful ruddy blaze
  • 23.  
    The men are talking peace at 'ome, but 'ere we're talking fight,
    There's many a little debt we've got to square;A sniper sent a bullet through my bunkie's 'ead last night,
  • 24.  
    Some day the world will need a man of courage in a time of doubt,
    And somewhere, as a little boy, that future hero plays about.Within some humble home, no doubt, that instrument of greater things
  • 25.  
    He spent what he made, or he gave it away,
    Tried to save money, and would for a day,Started a bank-account time an' again,
  • 26.  
    If I knew a better country in this glorious world today
    Where a man's work hours are shorter and he's drawing bigger pay,If the Briton or the Frenchman had an easier life than mine,
  • 27.  
    He has not served who gathers gold,
    Nor has he served, whose life is toldIn selfish battles he has won,
  • 28.  
    I HOLD the finest picture-books
    Are woods an' fields an' runnin' brooks;An' when the month o' May has done
  • 29.  
    I WONDER what the trees will say,
    The trees that used to share his play,An' knew him as the little lad
  • 30.  
    Oh, mother, be you brave of heart and keep
    your bright eyes shining;Some day the smiles of joy shall start and you
  • 31.  
    Though victory's proof of the skill you possess,
    Defeat is the proof of your grit;A weakling can smile in his days of success,
  • 32.  
    It's coming time for planting in that little patch of ground,
    Where the lad and I made merry as he followed me around;The sun is getting higher, and the skies above are blue,
  • 33.  
    AGE is calling to me, with his finger long and grim,
    It is urging me to wander down the dreary lanes with him, It has lined my cheeks with furrows, and has tinged my hair with gray,
  • 34.  
    Some folks there be who seem to need excitement fast and furious,
    An' reckon all the joys that have no thrill in 'em are spurious.Some think that pleasure's only found down where the lights are shining,
  • 35.  
    When mother sleeps, a slamming door
    Disturbs her not at all;A man might walk across the floor
  • 36.  
    Nobody stops at the rich man's door to pass the time of day.
    Nobody shouts a 'hello!' to him in the good old-fashioned way.Nobody comes to his porch at night and sits in that extra chair
  • 37.  
    I would rather see a Mason, than hear one any day,
    I would rather one would walk with me than merely show the way.The eye's a better pupil and more willing than the ear,
  • 38.  
    Ma has every confidence in Pa,
    She says she knows he always does what's right, He's not at all like some folks' husbands are,
  • 39.  
    The finest tribute we can pay
    Unto our hero dead to-day,Is not a rose wreath, white and red,
  • 40.  
    Ma says no, it's too much care
    An' it will scatter germs an' hair, An' it's a nuisance through and through.
  • 41.  
    Let every day be Mother's Day!
    Make roses grow along her way And beauty everywhere.
  • 42.  
    Turn me loose and let me be
    Young once more and fancy free;Let me wander where I will,
  • 43.  
    People liked him, not because
    He was rich or known to fame;He had never won applause
  • 44.  
    Somebody wants a new bonnet to wear;
    Somebody wants a new dress;Somebody needs a new bow for her hair,
  • 45.  
    THEY 'RE coming home Thanksgiving Day,
    They 're coming back once more,And mother's smiles begin to play
  • 46.  
    I wish I was a poet like the men that write in books
    The poems that we have to learn on valleys, hills an' brooks;I'd write of things that children like an' know an' understand,
  • 47.  
    He was down and out, and his pluck was gone,
    And he said to me in a gloomy way:'I've wasted my chances, one by one,
  • 48.  
    I'd like to leave but daffodills
    to mark my little way, To leave but tulips red and white
  • 49.  
    You may talk of stylish raiment,
    You may boast your broadcloth fine,And the price you gave in payment
  • 50.  
    Last year he wanted building blocks,
    And picture books and toys,A saddle horse that gayly rocks,
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

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