Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 551.  
    WHAT is food for, anyway?
    Just to keep us through the day Warm and strong and satisfy
  • 552.  
    I'm not the man to say that failure's sweet,
    Nor tell a chap to laugh when things go wrong; I know it hurts to have to take defeat
  • 553.  
    He is with you every minute, in the smooth and in the rough,
    And your caddie's quick to sense it if you're made of proper stuff. If you hear your trials bravely, if you do the best you can,
  • 554.  
    The brave man journeys straight ahead;
    The coward goes Along his way in constant dread
  • 555.  
    The women of the sailors, unto them, O God, be kind!
    They never hear the breaking waves, they never hear the wind But that their hearts are anguish-tossed-, and every thought's a fear,
  • 556.  
    I like the man who stands right up
    And takes his share of praise or blame, And then, unchanged by loss or gain,
  • 557.  
    If it's wrong to believe in the land that we love
    And to pray for Our Flag to the good God above; If it's wrong to believe that Our Country is best;
  • 558.  
    When night time comes an' I can go
    Back to the folks who love me so, An' see 'em smile an' hear 'em sing,
  • 559.  
    Where is the road to Arcady,
    Where is the path that leads to peace, Where shall I find the bliss to be,
  • 560.  
    It is better to die for the flag,
    For its red and its white and its blue, Than to hang back and shirk and to lag
  • 561.  
    There's a lot of joy in the smiling world,
    there's plenty of morning sun, And laughter and songs and dances, too,
  • 562.  
    SHE wants to go unto the shore,
    And pack her trunk With gowns no one has seen before,
  • 563.  
    IT is well enough to cheer for the brother who is up,
    It is fine to praise the brother who has captured victory's cup; But don't keep your kind words always for the man who's won renown,
  • 564.  
    My Pa can hit his thumbnail with a hammer and keep still;
    He can cut himself while shaving an' not swear; If a ladder slips beneath him an' he gets a nasty spill
  • 565.  
    There never was a family without its homely man,
    With legs a little longer than the ordinary plan, An' a shock of hair that brush an' comb can't ever straighten out,
  • 566.  
    The children bring us laughter, and the children bring us tears;
    They string our joys, like jewels bright, upon the thread of years; They bring the bitterest cares we know, their mothers' sharpest pain,
  • 567.  
    God grant that we shall never see
    Our country slave to lust and greed; God grant that here all men shall be
  • 568.  
    THROUGH the smoke clouds that I blow
    I can see the Long Ago And the merry lanes of boyhood
  • 569.  
    Sixteen Americans who died on the Tuscania are
    buried at the water's edge at the base of the rocky cliffs at a Scottish port.- (News Dispatch.)
  • 570.  
    As fall the leaves, so drop the days
    In silence from the tree of life; Born for a little while to blaze
  • 571.  
    They have said you needn't go to the front to face the foe;
    They have left you with your women and your children safe at home; They have spared you from the crash of the murderous guns that flash
  • 572.  
    I REMEMBER the day that you came to me,
    Little Marie, The nurse brought you out so that I might
  • 573.  
    It's seldom trouble comes alone. I've noticed this: When things go wrong
    An' trouble comes a-visitin', it always brings a friend along; Sometimes it's one you've known before, and then perhaps it's someone new
  • 574.  
    You needn't be rich to be happy,
    You needn't be famous to smile; There are joys for the poorest of toilers
  • 575.  
    I cheated a good friend yesterday,
    Kept what was his, and went my way, Wronged him by silence-for in haste
  • 576.  
    Peace, unto this house, I pray,
    Keep terror and despair away; Shield it from evil and let sin
  • 577.  
    Since men with life must purchase life
    And some must die that more may live, Unto the Great Cashier of strife
  • 578.  
    NEVER so happy as when I 'm at home,
    I 'm not so anxious to wander or roam; Rather sit down with the folks who love me,
  • 579.  
    Who is it lives to the full every minute,
    Gets all the joy and the fun that is in it? Tough as they make 'em, and ready to race,
  • 580.  
    Adown the lanes of memory bloom all the flowers of yesteryear,
    And looking back we smile to see life's bright red roses reappear, The little sprigs of mignonette that smiled upon us as we passed,
  • 581.  
    Vacation time! How glad it seemed
    When as a boy I sat and dreamed Above my school books, of the fun
  • 582.  
    The easy roads are crowded
    And the level roads are jammed; The pleasant little rivers
  • 583.  
    Under the toiler's grimy shirt,
    Under the sweat and the grease and dirt, Under the rough outside you view,
  • 584.  
    OUR children are our monuments,
    The little ones we leave behind, If they are good and brave and kind,
  • 585.  
    GIVE me a single day, I ask no more
    From dawn to dusk, ah, that is time enough To reach the goal that I am striving for;
  • 586.  
    Because it rains when we wish it wouldn't,
    Because men do what they often shouldn't, Because crops fail, and plans go wrong-
  • 587.  
    MEBBE I shall weep tomorrow,
    Mebbe I shall lose my job, Mebbe bowed in grief and sorrow
  • 588.  
    When an old man gets to thinking of the years he's traveled through,
    He hears again the laughter of the little ones he knew. He isn't counting money, and he isn't planning schemes;
  • 589.  
    THERE'S a place for you at the top, my boy,
    Are you willing to try to get it? It's true that trouble will try to stop
  • 590.  
    My religion's lovin' God, who made us, one and all,
    Who marks, no matter where it be, the humble sparrow's fall; An' my religion's servin' Him the very best I can
  • 591.  
    If you would rise above the throng
    And seek the crown of fame, You must do more than drift along
  • 592.  
    I've trod the links with many a man,
    And played him club for club; 'Tis scarce a year since I began
  • 593.  
    It's a bigger thing you're doing than the most of us have done;
    We have lived the days of pleasure; now the gray days have begun, And upon your manly shoulders fall the burdens of the strife;
  • 594.  
    "BUSINESS is business,' he said to me,
    As he gave me short weight in my pound of tea.
  • 595.  
    IF I had wealth and I had health,
    And I 'd a roof above me, If I'd a wife to cheer my life,
  • 596.  
    She mothered five!
    Night after night she watched a little bed, Night after night she cooled a fevered head,
  • 597.  
    The good Lord understood us when He taught us how to smile;
    He knew we couldn't stand it to be solemn all the while; He knew He'd have to shape us so that when our hearts were gay,
  • 598.  
    It's September, and the orchards are afire with red and gold,
    And the nights with dew are heavy, and the morning's sharp with cold; Now the garden's at its gayest with the salvia blazing red
  • 599.  
    I WOULD like to wed your daughter,' said the multi-millionaire,
    'I will try to make her happy; if I don't you needn't care; She shall have five million dollars just the minute we are married;
  • 600.  
    Pete bristles when the doorbell rings.
    Last night he didn't act the same. Dogs have a way of knowin' things,
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

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