Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 301.  
    I have no wish to rail at fate,
    And vow that I'm unfairly treated; I do not give vent to my hate
  • 302.  
    Mothers and wives, 'tis the call to arms
    That the bugler yonder prepares to sound; We stand on the brink of war's alarms
  • 303.  
    Their childhood is so brief that we
    Should hesitate to spoil their fun, We should be very slow to see
  • 304.  
    When the umpire calls you out,
    It's no use to stamp and shout, Wildly kicking dust aboutâ??
  • 305.  
    "GIVE me the prettiest valentine
    You've got in the shop,' said he, 'One with the tenderest sort o' line,
  • 306.  
    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,
  • 307.  
    What do I want my boy to be?
    Oft is the question asked of me, And oft I ask it of myself-
  • 308.  
    If this were all of life we'll know,
    If this brief space of breath Were all there is to human toil,
  • 309.  
    AFTER all is said and done,
    After all the work and fun, After all the sighing's over
  • 310.  
    MY father is a peaceful man,
    He tries in every way he can To live a life of gentleness
  • 311.  
    Send her a valentine to say
    You love her in the same old way. Just drop the long familiar ways
  • 312.  
    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,
  • 313.  
    I'm the bumps and bruises doctor;
    I'm the expert that they seek When their rough and tumble playing
  • 314.  
    '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,
  • 315.  
    When mother's sewing buttons on
    Their little garments, one by one, I settle down contented there
  • 316.  
    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,
  • 317.  
    So easy to say what another should do,
    So easy to settle his cares, So easy to tell him what roads to pursue,
  • 318.  
    Last night Ma said to Pa: 'My dear,
    The Williamsons are coming here To visit for a week or two,
  • 319.  
    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
  • 320.  
    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
  • 321.  
    When an empty sleeve or a sightless eye
    Or a legless form I see, I breathe my thanks to my God on High
  • 322.  
    I like to see the flowers grow,
    To see the pansies in a row; I think a well-kept garden's fine,
  • 323.  
    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
  • 324.  
    This is the way to take your woes,
    Just grin and bear 'em, Since everybody round here knows
  • 325.  
    'Some day,' says Ma, 'I'm goin' to get
    A party dress all trimmed with jet, An' hire a seamstress in, an' she
  • 326.  
    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
  • 327.  
    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
  • 328.  
    A SCRAMBLE for gold,
    And a scurry for place, A brief pause for loving,
  • 329.  
    She put her arms about my neck,
    And whispered low to me: 'I'm thinking daddy, dear, how nice
  • 330.  
    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
  • 331.  
    We've had a letter from the boy,
    And oh, the gladness and the joy It brought to us! We read it o'er
  • 332.  
    A FRIEND has passed
    Across the bay, So wide and vast,
  • 333.  
    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,
  • 334.  
    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,
  • 335.  
    I'VE seen the Rockies in the west,
    I've seen the canyons wild and grim, I've seen the prairies golden dressed,
  • 336.  
    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,
  • 337.  
    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
  • 338.  
    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,
  • 339.  
    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,
  • 340.  
    Old women say that men don't know
    The pain through which all mothers go, And maybe that is true, and yet
  • 341.  
    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,
  • 342.  
    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,
  • 343.  
    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,'
  • 344.  
    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
  • 345.  
    You can learn a lot from boys
    By the way they use their toys; Some are selfish in their care,
  • 346.  
    Pete bristles when the doorbell rings.
    Last night he didn't act the same. Dogs have a way of knowin' things,
  • 347.  
    I WOULD like to wed your daughter,' said the multi-millionaire,
    'I will try to make her happy; if I don't you needn't care; She shall have five million dollars just the minute we are married;
  • 348.  
    It's September, and the orchards are afire with red and gold,
    And the nights with dew are heavy, and the morning's sharp with cold; Now the garden's at its gayest with the salvia blazing red
  • 349.  
    The good Lord understood us when He taught us how to smile;
    He knew we couldn't stand it to be solemn all the while; He knew He'd have to shape us so that when our hearts were gay,
  • 350.  
    She mothered five!
    Night after night she watched a little bed, Night after night she cooled a fevered head,
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

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