Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 351.  
    IF I had wealth and I had health,
    And I 'd a roof above me, If I'd a wife to cheer my life,
  • 352.  
    "BUSINESS is business,' he said to me,
    As he gave me short weight in my pound of tea.
  • 353.  
    It's a bigger thing you're doing than the most of us have done;
    We have lived the days of pleasure; now the gray days have begun, And upon your manly shoulders fall the burdens of the strife;
  • 354.  
    I've trod the links with many a man,
    And played him club for club; 'Tis scarce a year since I began
  • 355.  
    If you would rise above the throng
    And seek the crown of fame, You must do more than drift along
  • 356.  
    My religion's lovin' God, who made us, one and all,
    Who marks, no matter where it be, the humble sparrow's fall; An' my religion's servin' Him the very best I can
  • 357.  
    THERE'S a place for you at the top, my boy,
    Are you willing to try to get it? It's true that trouble will try to stop
  • 358.  
    When an old man gets to thinking of the years he's traveled through,
    He hears again the laughter of the little ones he knew. He isn't counting money, and he isn't planning schemes;
  • 359.  
    MEBBE I shall weep tomorrow,
    Mebbe I shall lose my job, Mebbe bowed in grief and sorrow
  • 360.  
    Because it rains when we wish it wouldn't,
    Because men do what they often shouldn't, Because crops fail, and plans go wrong-
  • 361.  
    GIVE me a single day, I ask no more
    From dawn to dusk, ah, that is time enough To reach the goal that I am striving for;
  • 362.  
    OUR children are our monuments,
    The little ones we leave behind, If they are good and brave and kind,
  • 363.  
    Under the toiler's grimy shirt,
    Under the sweat and the grease and dirt, Under the rough outside you view,
  • 364.  
    The easy roads are crowded
    And the level roads are jammed; The pleasant little rivers
  • 365.  
    Vacation time! How glad it seemed
    When as a boy I sat and dreamed Above my school books, of the fun
  • 366.  
    Adown the lanes of memory bloom all the flowers of yesteryear,
    And looking back we smile to see life's bright red roses reappear, The little sprigs of mignonette that smiled upon us as we passed,
  • 367.  
    Who is it lives to the full every minute,
    Gets all the joy and the fun that is in it? Tough as they make 'em, and ready to race,
  • 368.  
    NEVER so happy as when I 'm at home,
    I 'm not so anxious to wander or roam; Rather sit down with the folks who love me,
  • 369.  
    Since men with life must purchase life
    And some must die that more may live, Unto the Great Cashier of strife
  • 370.  
    Peace, unto this house, I pray,
    Keep terror and despair away; Shield it from evil and let sin
  • 371.  
    I cheated a good friend yesterday,
    Kept what was his, and went my way, Wronged him by silence-for in haste
  • 372.  
    You needn't be rich to be happy,
    You needn't be famous to smile; There are joys for the poorest of toilers
  • 373.  
    It's seldom trouble comes alone. I've noticed this: When things go wrong
    An' trouble comes a-visitin', it always brings a friend along; Sometimes it's one you've known before, and then perhaps it's someone new
  • 374.  
    I REMEMBER the day that you came to me,
    Little Marie, The nurse brought you out so that I might
  • 375.  
    They have said you needn't go to the front to face the foe;
    They have left you with your women and your children safe at home; They have spared you from the crash of the murderous guns that flash
  • 376.  
    As fall the leaves, so drop the days
    In silence from the tree of life; Born for a little while to blaze
  • 377.  
    Sixteen Americans who died on the Tuscania are
    buried at the water's edge at the base of the rocky cliffs at a Scottish port.- (News Dispatch.)
  • 378.  
    THROUGH the smoke clouds that I blow
    I can see the Long Ago And the merry lanes of boyhood
  • 379.  
    God grant that we shall never see
    Our country slave to lust and greed; God grant that here all men shall be
  • 380.  
    The children bring us laughter, and the children bring us tears;
    They string our joys, like jewels bright, upon the thread of years; They bring the bitterest cares we know, their mothers' sharpest pain,
  • 381.  
    There never was a family without its homely man,
    With legs a little longer than the ordinary plan, An' a shock of hair that brush an' comb can't ever straighten out,
  • 382.  
    My Pa can hit his thumbnail with a hammer and keep still;
    He can cut himself while shaving an' not swear; If a ladder slips beneath him an' he gets a nasty spill
  • 383.  
    IT is well enough to cheer for the brother who is up,
    It is fine to praise the brother who has captured victory's cup; But don't keep your kind words always for the man who's won renown,
  • 384.  
    SHE wants to go unto the shore,
    And pack her trunk With gowns no one has seen before,
  • 385.  
    There's a lot of joy in the smiling world,
    there's plenty of morning sun, And laughter and songs and dances, too,
  • 386.  
    It is better to die for the flag,
    For its red and its white and its blue, Than to hang back and shirk and to lag
  • 387.  
    Where is the road to Arcady,
    Where is the path that leads to peace, Where shall I find the bliss to be,
  • 388.  
    When night time comes an' I can go
    Back to the folks who love me so, An' see 'em smile an' hear 'em sing,
  • 389.  
    If it's wrong to believe in the land that we love
    And to pray for Our Flag to the good God above; If it's wrong to believe that Our Country is best;
  • 390.  
    I like the man who stands right up
    And takes his share of praise or blame, And then, unchanged by loss or gain,
  • 391.  
    The women of the sailors, unto them, O God, be kind!
    They never hear the breaking waves, they never hear the wind But that their hearts are anguish-tossed-, and every thought's a fear,
  • 392.  
    The brave man journeys straight ahead;
    The coward goes Along his way in constant dread
  • 393.  
    He is with you every minute, in the smooth and in the rough,
    And your caddie's quick to sense it if you're made of proper stuff. If you hear your trials bravely, if you do the best you can,
  • 394.  
    I'm not the man to say that failure's sweet,
    Nor tell a chap to laugh when things go wrong; I know it hurts to have to take defeat
  • 395.  
    WHAT is food for, anyway?
    Just to keep us through the day Warm and strong and satisfy
  • 396.  
    The mother on the sidewalk as the troops are marching by
    Is the mother of Old Glory that is waving in the sky. Men have fought to keep it splendid, men have died to keep it bright,
  • 397.  
    The walls have seemed to say to me
    Where have the sticky fingers gone That always found their way to me,
  • 398.  
    When the burden grows heavy, and rough is the way,
    When you falter and slip, and it isn't your day, And your best doesn't measure to what is required,
  • 399.  
    Perhaps the victory shall not come to me,
    Perhaps I shall not reach the goal I seek, It may be at the last I shall be weak
  • 400.  
    I will lend you, for a little time,
    A child of mine, He said. For you to love the while he lives,
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

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