Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 501.  
    ABOVE it flies the flag we love,
    Within it is the blood we gave; It stands a part and portion of
  • 502.  
    God made the little boys for fun, for rough and tumble times of play;
    He made their little legs to run and race and scamper through the day. He made them strong for climbing trees, he suited them for horns and
  • 503.  
    We can be great by helping one another;
    We can be loved for very simple deeds; Who has the grateful mention of a brother
  • 504.  
    MARK TWAIN is dead! No, no, that cannot be,
    Say rather Clemens knows life's mystery, Say rather Clemens has been called above,
  • 505.  
    He isn't long on speeches. At the banquet table, he
    Could name a dozen places where he would much rather be. He's not one for fuss and feathers or for marching in review,
  • 506.  
    I wouldn't count it worth my while
    To sing about a rich man's smile, Or quote a fellow, trouble free,
  • 507.  
    No one is beat till he quits,
    No one is through till he stops, No matter how hard Failure hits,
  • 508.  
    There are little eyes upon you, and they're watching night and day;
    There are little ears that quickly take in every word you say; There are little hands all eager to do everything you do,
  • 509.  
    When something or other has made him feel glad,
    His rattle he throws on the floor; The times he is good and the times he is bad,
  • 510.  
    Little girlie, kneeling there,
    Speaking low your evening prayer, In your cunning little nightie
  • 511.  
    SOMETIMES when they are tucked in bed the gentle mother comes to me
    And talks about each curly head, and wonders what they're going to be. She tells about the fun they've had while I was toiling far away,
  • 512.  
    They give their all, this Christmastide, that peace on earth shall reign;
    Upon the snows of Flanders now, brave blood has left its stain; With ribbons red we deck our gifts; theirs bear the red of pain.
  • 513.  
    If I could have my wish to-night it would not be for wealth or fame,
    It would not be for some delight that men who live in luxury claim, But it would be that I might rise at three or four a. m. to see,
  • 514.  
    Little Master Mischievous, that's the name for you;
    There's no better title that describes the things you do: Into something all the while where you shouldn't be,
  • 515.  
    If he should meet a mother there
    Along some winding Flanders road, No extra touch of grief or care
  • 516.  
    Life is a challenge to the bold,
    It flings its gauntlet down And bids us, if we seek for gold
  • 517.  
    A convalescin' woman does the strangest sort o' things,
    An' it's wonderful the courage that a little new strength brings; O, it's never safe to leave her for an hour or two alone,
  • 518.  
    Here she walked and romped about,
    And here beneath this apple tree Where all the grass is trampled out
  • 519.  
    Forgotten petty difference now,
    The larger purpose glows, The storm is here, a common fear
  • 520.  
    The glory of a soldierâ??and a soldier's not a saintâ??
    Is the way he does his duty without grumbling or complaint; His work's not always pleasant, but he does it rain or shine,
  • 521.  
    I have to live with myself and so
    I want to be fit for myself to know. I want to be able as days go by,
  • 522.  
    He was going to be all that a mortal should be
    Tomorrow. No one should be kinder or braver than he
  • 523.  
    Tuggin' at your bottle,
    An' it's O, you're mighty sweet! Just a bunch of dimples
  • 524.  
    Isn't it fine when the day is done,
    And the petty battles are lost or won, When the gold is made and the ink is dried,
  • 525.  
    THERE'S the mother at the doorway, and the children at the gate,
    And the little parlor windows with the curtains white and straight. There are shaggy asters blooming in the bed that lines the fence,
  • 526.  
    The star upon their service flag has changed to gleaming gold;
    It speaks no more of hope and life, as once it did of old, But splendidly it glistens now for every eye to see
  • 527.  
    'When I am rich,' he used to say,
    'A thousand joys I'll give away; I'll walk among the poor I find
  • 528.  
    A BABY is the best to love,
    She always smiles when you draw near, Though ugly you may be of face,
  • 529.  
    Better than land or gold or trade
    Are a high ideal and a purpose true; Better than all of the wealth we've made
  • 530.  
    KEEP to the right is the rule of the road,
    Keep to the right as you travel along, Often, for safety, your progress is slowed,
  • 531.  
    When he was just a lad in school,
    He used to sit around and fool And watch the clock and say:
  • 532.  
    'TELL us a story,' comes the cry
    From little lips when nights are cold, And in the grate the flames leap high.
  • 533.  
    You may delve down to rock for your foundation piers,
    You may go with your steel to the sky You may purchase the best of the thought of the years,
  • 534.  
    Not for the sake of the gold,
    Not for the sake of the fame, Not for the prize would I hold
  • 535.  
    SOMEBODY spoke a cheering word,
    Somebody praised his labor, And something deep in his soul was stirred,
  • 536.  
    Jes' the sort o' weather and jes' the sort of sky
    Which seem to suit my fancy, with the white clouds driftin' by On a sea o' smooth blue water. Oh, I ain't an egotist,
  • 537.  
    This I would claim for my successâ??not fame nor gold,
    Nor the throng's changing cheers from day to day, Not always ease and fortune's glad display,
  • 538.  
    When I wanted something I couldn't buy,
    A suit of clothes or a Sunday tie, Or a new straw hat when the sun was high,
  • 539.  
    How's the little chap to know
    Just the proper roads to go If you never travel with him
  • 540.  
    Songs of rejoicin',
    Of love and of cheer, Are the songs that I'm yearnin' for
  • 541.  
    The roses are bedded for winter, the tulips are planted for spring;
    The robins and martins have left us; there are only the sparrows to sing. The garden seems solemnly silent, awaiting its blankets of snow,
  • 542.  
    BLUE skies mighty temptin', an' the sunbeams coaxin', too,
    An' my wo'k is gettin' harder ebery day; Ain't a-takin' any int'rest in de things I has t' do,
  • 543.  
    WE play at our house and have all sorts of fun,
    An' there's always a game when supper is done; An' at our house there's marks on the walls an' the stairs,
  • 544.  
    These are the memories of tomorrow,
    Smile of friend we meet today, Sympathy to soothe our sorrow,
  • 545.  
    Speaking of Henry Ford's purchase of a million dollars' worth of city bonds, Controller Engel said; 'He talked about buying those bonds exactly as I would talk about buying a sack of peanuts.' â?? News item.

  • 546.  
    There are no gods that bring to youth
    The rich rewards that stalwarts claim; The god of fortune is in truth
  • 547.  
    My father often used to say:
    'My boy don't throw a thing away: You'll find a use for it some day.'
  • 548.  
    I KNEW it was comin', I'd watched fer a year
    Without sayin' a word to a soul excep' Ma Of the sweet sort o' things that were happenin' here,
  • 549.  
    There ain't the joy in foreign skies that those of home possess,
    An' friendliness o' foreign folks ain't hometown friendliness; An' far-off landscapes with their thrills don't grip me quite as hard
  • 550.  
    'What is the glory of age?' I said,
    'A hoard of gold and a few dear friends? When you've reached the day that you look ahead
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

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