Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 701.  
    stand
    Prepared for judgment when men viewThe labor of my heart and hand.
  • 702.  
    The telephone rang in my office to-day,
    as it often has tinkled before. I turned in my chair in a half-grouchy way,
  • 703.  
    A touch of the plain and the prairie,
    A bit of the Motherland, too; A strain of the fur-trapper wary,
  • 704.  
    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.
  • 705.  
    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
  • 706.  
    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,
  • 707.  
    Life is a struggle for peace,
    A longing for rest, A hope for the battles to cease,
  • 708.  
    Ma has a dandy little book that's full of narrow
    slips, An' when she wants to pay a bill a page from
  • 709.  
    There is sorrow in the household;
    There's a grief too hard to bear;There's a little cheek that's tear-stained
  • 710.  
    I'd like to be the sort of man
    the flag could boast about;I'd like to be the sort of man
  • 711.  
    This much I know:
    God does not wrong us here,Though oft His judgments seem severe
  • 712.  
    I know a wonderful land, I said,
    Where the skies are always blue,Where on chocolate drops are the children fed,
  • 713.  
    Lord, make me tolerant and wise;
    Incline my ears to hear him through;Let him not stand with downcast eyes,
  • 714.  
    rince waits in command;
    There's a cargo of wonderful dreams in the hold,For the baby that seeks Slumberland.
  • 715.  
    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,
  • 716.  
    over there at Heaven's gate
    Is all the joy that I shall know;Not for the joys to be am I
  • 717.  
    The leaves are falling one by one,
    The Summer days are past and gone,The nights are cool and damp;
  • 718.  
    I KNOW the rose will bloom again
    As soon as it is June, The robin will return by then
  • 719.  
    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
  • 720.  
    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,
  • 721.  
    skeered of him,
    An' he lived in a cave, where heWas confortubbul as could be,
  • 722.  
    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,
  • 723.  
    Not somewhere in America, but everywhere to-day,
    Where snow-crowned mountains hold their heads,the vales where children play,
  • 724.  
    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.
  • 725.  
    God of battles, be with us now:
    Guard our sons from the lead of shame,Watch our sons when the cannons flame,
  • 726.  
    THESE joys are free to all who live
    The rich and poor, the great and low: The charms which kindness has to give,
  • 727.  
    ways be wrongs to right;
    There will always be need for a manly breed And men unafraid to fight.
  • 728.  
    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.
  • 729.  
    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,
  • 730.  
    When a little baby dies
    And the wee form silent lies,And the little cheeks seem waxen
  • 731.  
    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,
  • 732.  
    There's a wondrous smell of spices
    In the kitchen, Most bewitchin';
  • 733.  
    Here's to the men! Since Adam's time
    They've always been the same; Whenever anything goes wrong,
  • 734.  
    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,
  • 735.  
    Who does his task from day to day
    And meets whatever comes his way,Believing God has willed it so.
  • 736.  
    Be more than his dad,
    Be a chum to the lad;Be a part of his life
  • 737.  
    My father knows the proper way
    The nation should be run; He tells us children every day
  • 738.  
    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,
  • 739.  
    WINDS of the morning, whisper low,
    Lingered you in the valley where Sleeps my love of the Long Ago,
  • 740.  
    MAY all your little cares depart
    By which your heart is troubled;May perfect peace supplant the smart,
  • 741.  
    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
  • 742.  
    I stood and watched him playing,
    A little lad of three,And back to me came straying
  • 743.  
    We've got another mouth to feed,
    From out our little store;To satisfy another's need
  • 744.  
    This is the phrase they love to say:
    'Just like a man!'You can hear it wherever you chance to stray:
  • 745.  
    Some folks leave home for money
    And some leave home for fame, Some seek skies always sunny,
  • 746.  
    THE dead return. I know they do;
    The glad smile may have passed from view,The ringing voice that cheered us so
  • 747.  
    He's taken out his papers, an' he's just like you an' me.
    He's sworn to love the Stars and Stripes an' die for it, says he.An' he's done with dukes an' princes, an' he's done with kings an' queens,
  • 748.  
    sorrow;
    A world where friends are givin' in To cheer us till tomorrow.
  • 749.  
    all girl
    And a certain small boy; And the nights full of fun
  • 750.  
    se;
    It has no time to stop and petThe sulker in a peevish fret,
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

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