Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 601.  
    You can learn a lot from boys
    By the way they use their toys; Some are selfish in their care,
  • 602.  
    When a cake is nicely frosted and it's put away for tea,
    And it looks as trim and proper as a chocolate cake should be, Would it puzzle you at evening as you brought it from the ledge
  • 603.  
    If we were all alike, what a dreadful world 'twould be!
    No one would know which one was you or which of us was me. We'd never have a 'Skinny' or a 'Freckles' or a 'Fat,'
  • 604.  
    When Pa came home last night he had a package in his hand,
    Now Ma,' said he, 'I've something here which you will say is grand. A friend of mine got home today from hunting in the woods,
  • 605.  
    IT'S one o' my idees that men ain't all of fightin' stock,
    They ain't all built fer ploughin' or fer hewin' out a rock; An' they ain't all made fer battlin' up against life's steady stream,
  • 606.  
    Old women say that men don't know
    The pain through which all mothers go, And maybe that is true, and yet
  • 607.  
    DOWN the lanes of Augustâ??and the bees upon the wing,
    All the world's in color now, and all the song birds sing; Never reds will redder be, more golden be the gold,
  • 608.  
    IT was thick with Prussian troopers, it was foul with German guns;
    Every tree that cast a shadow was a sheltering place for Huns. Death was guarding every roadway, death was watching every field,
  • 609.  
    How do you tackle your work each day?
    Are you scared of the job you find? Do you grapple the task that comes your way
  • 610.  
    Mother and the baby! Oh, I know no lovelier pair,
    For all the dreams of all the world are hovering 'round them there; And be the baby in his cot or nestling in her arms,
  • 611.  
    I'VE seen the Rockies in the west,
    I've seen the canyons wild and grim, I've seen the prairies golden dressed,
  • 612.  
    There may be finer pleasures than just tramping with your boy,
    And better ways to spend a day; there may be sweeter joy; There may be richer fellowship than that of son and dad,
  • 613.  
    When you can't get her out of your head, young man,
    And you hate what you have to do; And you shirk every task that you find you can,
  • 614.  
    A FRIEND has passed
    Across the bay, So wide and vast,
  • 615.  
    We've had a letter from the boy,
    And oh, the gladness and the joy It brought to us! We read it o'er
  • 616.  
    You ought to be fine for the sake of the folks
    Who think you are fine. If others have faith in you doubly you're bound
  • 617.  
    She put her arms about my neck,
    And whispered low to me: 'I'm thinking daddy, dear, how nice
  • 618.  
    A SCRAMBLE for gold,
    And a scurry for place, A brief pause for loving,
  • 619.  
    There are different kinds of heroes, there are some you hear about.
    They get their pictures printed, and their names the newsboys shout; There are heroes known to glory that were not afraid to die
  • 620.  
    I have known the green trees and the skies overhead
    And the blossoms of spring and the fragrance they shed; I have known the blue sea, and the mountains afar
  • 621.  
    'Some day,' says Ma, 'I'm goin' to get
    A party dress all trimmed with jet, An' hire a seamstress in, an' she
  • 622.  
    This is the way to take your woes,
    Just grin and bear 'em, Since everybody round here knows
  • 623.  
    Pa's not so very big or brave; he can't lift weights like Uncle Jim;
    His hands are soft like little girls'; most anyone could wallop him. Ma weighs a whole lot more than Pa. When they go swimming, she could stay
  • 624.  
    I like to see the flowers grow,
    To see the pansies in a row; I think a well-kept garden's fine,
  • 625.  
    When an empty sleeve or a sightless eye
    Or a legless form I see, I breathe my thanks to my God on High
  • 626.  
    We do not build our monuments in stone,
    The records of our life aren't cast in steel; We are forgot, if when the spirit's flown
  • 627.  
    You can talk about your music, and your operatic airs,
    And your phonographic record that Caruso's tenor bears; But there isn't any music that such wondrous joy can bring
  • 628.  
    Last night Ma said to Pa: 'My dear,
    The Williamsons are coming here To visit for a week or two,
  • 629.  
    So easy to say what another should do,
    So easy to settle his cares, So easy to tell him what roads to pursue,
  • 630.  
    We've never seen the Father here, but we have known the Son,
    The finest type of manhood since the world was first begun. And, summing up the works of God, I write with reverent pen,
  • 631.  
    When mother's sewing buttons on
    Their little garments, one by one, I settle down contented there
  • 632.  
    'Boy o' mine, boy o' mine, this is my prayer for you,
    This is my dream and my thought and my care for you: Strong be the spirit which dwells in the breast of you,
  • 633.  
    I'm the bumps and bruises doctor;
    I'm the expert that they seek When their rough and tumble playing
  • 634.  
    There isn't any pay for you, you serve without reward,
    The boys who tramp the fields with you but little could afford. And yet your pay is richer far than those who toil for gold,
  • 635.  
    Send her a valentine to say
    You love her in the same old way. Just drop the long familiar ways
  • 636.  
    MY father is a peaceful man,
    He tries in every way he can To live a life of gentleness
  • 637.  
    AFTER all is said and done,
    After all the work and fun, After all the sighing's over
  • 638.  
    If this were all of life we'll know,
    If this brief space of breath Were all there is to human toil,
  • 639.  
    What do I want my boy to be?
    Oft is the question asked of me, And oft I ask it of myself-
  • 640.  
    When you get to know a fellow, know his joys and know his cares,
    When you've come to understand him and the burdens that he bears, When you've learned the fight he's making and the troubles in his way,
  • 641.  
    "GIVE me the prettiest valentine
    You've got in the shop,' said he, 'One with the tenderest sort o' line,
  • 642.  
    When the umpire calls you out,
    It's no use to stamp and shout, Wildly kicking dust aboutâ??
  • 643.  
    Their childhood is so brief that we
    Should hesitate to spoil their fun, We should be very slow to see
  • 644.  
    Mothers and wives, 'tis the call to arms
    That the bugler yonder prepares to sound; We stand on the brink of war's alarms
  • 645.  
    I have no wish to rail at fate,
    And vow that I'm unfairly treated; I do not give vent to my hate
  • 646.  
    When all that matters shall be written down
    And the long record of our years is told, Where sham, like flesh, must perish and grow cold;
  • 647.  
    Little mother, life's adventure calls your boy away,
    Yet he will return to you on some brighter day; Dry your tears and cease to sigh, keep your mother smile,
  • 648.  
    I DO not care for garments fine,
    I do not care for medals bright; I have no wish to quench with wine
  • 649.  
    These are the lessons I would learn,
    Not how to climb above all men, Not how the greatest sums to earn,
  • 650.  
    LAUGHTER and song and mirth,
    Roses that drip with dew, These are the joys of earth;
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

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