Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 51.  
    They say we must not hate, nor fight in hate.
    I've thought it over many a solemn hour, And cannot mildly view the man or state
  • 52.  
    It's good to have the trees again, the singing of the breeze again,
    It's good to see the lilacs bloom as lovely as of old. It's good that we can feel again the touch of beauties real again,
  • 53.  
    I have no wealth of gold to give away,
    But I can pledge to worthy causes these: I'll give my strength, my days and hours of ease,
  • 54.  
    There never comes a lonely day but that we miss the laughing ways
    Of those who used to walk with us through all our happy yesterdays. We seldom miss the earthly greatâ??the famous men that life has knownâ??
  • 55.  
    He doesn't care that I'm not rich,
    Or that I'm poorly dressed, That I'm a toiler in the ditch
  • 56.  
    YOURS is the loser's part to play,
    For you the goal is far away And never to be gained.
  • 57.  
    It may be I'm old-fashioned, but the times I like the best
    Are not the splendid parties with the women gaily dressed, And the music tuned for dancing and the laughter of the throng,
  • 58.  
    I have a kindly neighbor, one who stands
    Beside my gate and chats with me awhile, Gives me the glory of his radiant smile
  • 59.  
    Let philosophers say that it's all for the best
    No matter what happens awry, I defy one to smile who spills pie on his vest,
  • 60.  
    A friend is one who stands to share
    Your every touch of grief and care. He comes by chance, but stays by choice;
  • 61.  
    Life has its ups and downs,
    Its fair and cloudy weather, But this you'll find, my friend,
  • 62.  
    Father's in the woodshed,
    Cleaning forty fish; Mother's in the kitchen,
  • 63.  
    Oh, little girl with eyes of brown
    And smiles that fairly light the town, I wonder if you really know
  • 64.  
    We got to talking art one day, discussing in a general way
    How some can match with brush and paint the glory of a tree, And some in stone can catch the things of which the dreamy poet sings,
  • 65.  
    Be a friend. You don't need money;
    Just a disposition sunny; Just the wish to help another
  • 66.  
    Sunshine and shadow, blue sky and gray,
    Laughter and tears as we tread on our way; Hearts that are heavy, then hearts that are light,
  • 67.  
    How much grit do you think you've got?
    Can you quit a thing that you like a lot? You may talk of pluck; it's an easy word,
  • 68.  
    GOD grant me these: the strength to do
    Some needed service here; The wisdom to be brave and true;
  • 69.  
    I've told about the times that Ma can't find her pocketbook,
    And how we have to hustle round for it to help her look, But there's another care we know that often comes our way,
  • 70.  
    Here we are, Britain! the finest and best of us
    Taking our coats off and rolling our sleeves, Answering the thoughtless that once made a jest of us,
  • 71.  
    His room is as it used to be
    Before he went away, The walls still keep the pennants he
  • 72.  
    Nobody hates me more than I;
    No enemy have I to-day That I so bravely must defy;
  • 73.  
    HE 'S worth a million dollars and you think he should be glad,
    Because you want for money you believe he can't be sad; His name is in the papers nearly every day or so,
  • 74.  
    Under the roof where the laughter rings,
    That's where I long to be; There are all of the glorious things,
  • 75.  
    IF the song I have to sing
    Is a dreary, gloomy thing, I would rather silent be;
  • 76.  
    I'd like to give 'em all they askâ??it hurts to have to answer, 'No,'
    And say they cannot have the things they tell me they are wanting so; Yet now and then they plead for what I know would not be good to give
  • 77.  
    There's no sense arguin' with 'em,' says Ebenezer Gates,
    You can't convince the women that they ain't fit fer votes; There's Sary got the notion that she's as good as man,
  • 78.  
    Is it all in the envelope holding your pay?
    Is that all you're working for day after day? Are you getting no more from your toil than the gold
  • 79.  
    If only I were Santa Claus and you were still a boy,
    I'd find the chimney to your heart and fill it full of joy ; On Christmas Eve when all was still and you were fast asleep
  • 80.  
    Most folks, as I've noticed, in pleasure an' strife,
    Are always expecting too much out of life. They wail an' they fret
  • 81.  
    'There isn't any business,' wailed the sad and gloomy man;
    'I haven't made a dollar since the armistice began.' But I couldn't help reflecting, as I heard his story through,
  • 82.  
    WHEN the dressmaker comes I am told to clear out,
    For they don't want me anywhere hanging about; At seven in the morning they send me away
  • 83.  
    IF you would smile a little more
    And I would kinder be, If you would stop to think before
  • 84.  
    A FELLOW can't help hearing
    Hateful things about another, But a fellow can be careful
  • 85.  
    He couldn't use his driver any better on the tee
    Than the chap that he was licking, who just happened to be me; I could hit them with a brassie just as straight and just as far,
  • 86.  
    HE has not lived in vain
    If men can say When he has passed away:
  • 87.  
    I was in St. Louis when their mystic Prophet came
    From his dark, mysterious haunts to gaze upon the throngs. None had ever seen his face and none could tell his name.
  • 88.  
    Poets have sung of the old-fashioned glories
    The old-fashioned pictures that hung on the wall, The old-fashioned people, the old-fashioned stories,
  • 89.  
    To do your little bit of toil,
    To play life's game with head erect; To stoop to nothing that would soil
  • 90.  
    At 10 p. m.
    COME, let us make merry with innocent mirth, Let us drink to the year that is dying;
  • 91.  
    HE struck me!
    A man I scarce knew, 'though he had my name,
  • 92.  
    Old-fashioned flowers! I love them all:
    The morning-glories on the wall, The pansies in their patch of shade,
  • 93.  
    When he has more than he can eat
    To feed a stranger's not a feat.
  • 94.  
    Death crossed his threshold yesterday
    And left the glad voice of his loved one dumb. To him the living now will come
  • 95.  
    There've been times we'd disagree
    Somethin' awful, Ma an' me; Times when I would bang the door
  • 96.  
    Be Cheerful
    The world is bright and sunny â?? If you haven't any money,
  • 97.  
    We need a few more optimists,
    The kind that double up their fists And set their jaws, determined-like,
  • 98.  
    There are a thousand ways to cheat and a thousand ways to sin;
    There are ways uncounted to lose the game, but there's only one way to win; And whether you live by the sweat of your brow or in luxury's garb you're
  • 99.  
    Been down to the art museum an' looked at a thousand things,
    The bodies of ancient mummies an' the treasures of ancient kings, An' some of the walls were lovely, but some of the things weren't much,
  • 100.  
    These are the days when little thoughts
    Must cease men's minds to occupy; The nation needs men's larger creeds,
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

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