Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 201.  
    THE dead return. I know they do;
    The glad smile may have passed from view,The ringing voice that cheered us so
  • 202.  
    Some folks leave home for money
    And some leave home for fame, Some seek skies always sunny,
  • 203.  
    This is the phrase they love to say:
    'Just like a man!'You can hear it wherever you chance to stray:
  • 204.  
    We've got another mouth to feed,
    From out our little store;To satisfy another's need
  • 205.  
    I stood and watched him playing,
    A little lad of three,And back to me came straying
  • 206.  
    This is the sort of a man was he:
    True when it hurt him a lot to be;Tight in a corner an' knowin' a lie
  • 207.  
    MAY all your little cares depart
    By which your heart is troubled;May perfect peace supplant the smart,
  • 208.  
    WINDS of the morning, whisper low,
    Lingered you in the valley where Sleeps my love of the Long Ago,
  • 209.  
    DOWN the lanes of apple bloom, we are treading once again,
    Down the pathways rosy red trip the women-folk and men. Love and laughter lead us on, light of heart as children gay,
  • 210.  
    My father knows the proper way
    The nation should be run; He tells us children every day
  • 211.  
    Be more than his dad,
    Be a chum to the lad;Be a part of his life
  • 212.  
    Who does his task from day to day
    And meets whatever comes his way,Believing God has willed it so.
  • 213.  
    I've trudged life's highway up and down;
    I've watched the lines of men march by;I've seen them in the busy town,
  • 214.  
    Here's to the men! Since Adam's time
    They've always been the same; Whenever anything goes wrong,
  • 215.  
    There's a wondrous smell of spices
    In the kitchen, Most bewitchin';
  • 216.  
    WISH I was only as bright as my boy,
    Wish I could think of the things that he springs;His is a wit without any alloy,
  • 217.  
    When a little baby dies
    And the wee form silent lies,And the little cheeks seem waxen
  • 218.  
    you're trudging seems all uphill,
    when the funds are low and the debts are high, and you want to smile but you have to sigh,
  • 219.  
    His soul is sick with coward shame, his head hangs low to-day,
    His eyes no longer sparkle, and his breast is void of pride And I think that she has lost him though she's kept him at her side.
  • 220.  
    ways be wrongs to right;
    There will always be need for a manly breed And men unafraid to fight.
  • 221.  
    THESE joys are free to all who live
    The rich and poor, the great and low: The charms which kindness has to give,
  • 222.  
    God of battles, be with us now:
    Guard our sons from the lead of shame,Watch our sons when the cannons flame,
  • 223.  
    ours he spends to help the one who's fighting hard for breath;
    He cannot call his time his own, nor share in others' fun,His duties claim him through the night when others' work is done.
  • 224.  
    Not somewhere in America, but everywhere to-day,
    Where snow-crowned mountains hold their heads,the vales where children play,
  • 225.  
    All things grow lovely in a little while,
    The brush of memory paints a canvas fair;The dead face through the ages wears a smile,
  • 226.  
    skeered of him,
    An' he lived in a cave, where heWas confortubbul as could be,
  • 227.  
    I used to lose my temper an' git mad an' tear around
    An' raise my voice so wimmin folks would tremble at the sound;I'd do things I was ashamed of when the fit of rage had passed,
  • 228.  
    One day the doctor came because my throat was feeling awful sore,
    And when he looked inside to see he said: 'It's like it was before;It's tonserlitis, sure enough. You'd better tell her Pa to-day
  • 229.  
    I KNOW the rose will bloom again
    As soon as it is June, The robin will return by then
  • 230.  
    The leaves are falling one by one,
    The Summer days are past and gone,The nights are cool and damp;
  • 231.  
    over there at Heaven's gate
    Is all the joy that I shall know;Not for the joys to be am I
  • 232.  
    When Mrs. Malone got a letter from Pat
    She started to read it aloud in her flat.'Dear Mary,' it started, 'I can't tell you much,
  • 233.  
    rince waits in command;
    There's a cargo of wonderful dreams in the hold,For the baby that seeks Slumberland.
  • 234.  
    Lord, make me tolerant and wise;
    Incline my ears to hear him through;Let him not stand with downcast eyes,
  • 235.  
    I know a wonderful land, I said,
    Where the skies are always blue,Where on chocolate drops are the children fed,
  • 236.  
    This much I know:
    God does not wrong us here,Though oft His judgments seem severe
  • 237.  
    I'd like to be the sort of man
    the flag could boast about;I'd like to be the sort of man
  • 238.  
    There is sorrow in the household;
    There's a grief too hard to bear;There's a little cheek that's tear-stained
  • 239.  
    Ma has a dandy little book that's full of narrow
    slips, An' when she wants to pay a bill a page from
  • 240.  
    Life is a struggle for peace,
    A longing for rest, A hope for the battles to cease,
  • 241.  
    The miser thinks he's living when he's hoarding up his gold;
    The soldier calls it living when he's doing something bold;The sailor thinks it living to be tossed upon the sea,
  • 242.  
    er in the family pew and fumbled with my hatâ??
    How I would like to see it now the way I saw it then,The straight-backed pews, the pulpit high, the women and the men
  • 243.  
    Uno Pedro Club is first and foremost in the fray.
    It started off auspiciously, without a sign of frown, Good Mrs. Green put all at ease by kissing Mrs. Brown.
  • 244.  
    A touch of the plain and the prairie,
    A bit of the Motherland, too; A strain of the fur-trapper wary,
  • 245.  
    The telephone rang in my office to-day,
    as it often has tinkled before. I turned in my chair in a half-grouchy way,
  • 246.  
    Prepared for judgment when men viewThe labor of my heart and hand.
  • 247.  
    I freely confess there are good friends of mine,
    With whom we are often invited to dine,Who get on my nerves so that I cannot eat
  • 248.  
    One day, in ages dark and dim,
    A toiler, weary, worn and faint,Who found his task too much for him,
  • 249.  
    There's a little chap at our house that is being mighty good-
    Keeps the front lawn looking tidy in the way we've said he should;Doesn't leave his little wagon, when he's finished with his play,
  • 250.  
    THEY tell me that I 'm spoiling you,
    I The neighbors say that you should beFor all the awful things you do,
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

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