Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 401.  
    I must get out to the woods again, to the whispering tree, and the birds a-wing,
    Away from the haunts of pale-faced men, to the spaces wide where strength is king; I must get out where the skies are blue and the air is clean and the rest is sweet,
  • 402.  
    GIUSEPPE TOMASSI ees stylisha chap,
    He wear da white collar an' cuff, He says: 'For expanse I no giva da rap,
  • 403.  
    'Do your bit!' How cheap and trite
    Seems that phrase in such a fight! 'Do your bit!' That cry recall,
  • 404.  
    I follow a famous father,
    His honor is mine to wear; He gave me a name that was free from shame,
  • 405.  
    Never a sigh for the cares that she bore for me
    Never a thought of the joys that flew by; Her one regret that she couldn't do more for me,
  • 406.  
    There's a battered old drum on the floor,
    And a Teddy bear sleeps in my chair, There's a doll carriage barring the door;
  • 407.  
    I care not who the man may be,
    Nor how his tasks may fret him, Nor where he fares, nor how his cares
  • 408.  
    A feller isn't thinkin' mean,
    Out fishin'; His thoughts are mostly good an' clean,
  • 409.  
    How fine it is at night to say:
    'I have not wronged a soul to-day. I have not by a word or deed,
  • 410.  
    The handy man about the house
    Is old and bent and gray; Each morning in the yard he toils,
  • 411.  
    I do not think all failure's undeserved,
    And all success is merely someone's luck; Some men are down because they were unnerved,
  • 412.  
    We're hiking along at a two-forty pace
    We 're making life seem like a man-killing race, With our nerves all on edge and our jaws firmly set
  • 413.  
    The house is as it was when she was here;
    There's nothing changed at all about the place; The books she loved to read are waiting near
  • 414.  
    The little path that leads to home,
    That is the road for me, I know no finer path to roam,
  • 415.  
    Sittin' on the porch at night when all the tasks are done,
    Just restin' there an' talkin', with my easy slippers on, An' my shirt band thrown wide open an' my feet upon the rail,
  • 416.  
    You do not know it, little man,
    In your summer coat of tan And your legs bereft of hose
  • 417.  
    Mine is a song of hope
    For the days that lie before; For the grander things
  • 418.  
    Old Mister Laughter
    Comes a-grinnin' down the way, Singin': 'Never mind your troubles,
  • 419.  
    If never a sorrow came to us,
    and never a care we knew; If every hope were realized,
  • 420.  
    When I was but a little lad I always liked to ride,
    No matter what the rig we had, right by the driver's side. The front seat was the honor place in bob-sleigh, coach or hack,
  • 421.  
    Oh, make us worthy,
    God, we pray, To do thy service
  • 422.  
    GOOD, kindly Mother Nature plays
    No favorites, but smiles for all Who care to tread her pleasant ways
  • 423.  
    Little woman, hourly sitting,
    Something for a soldier knitting, What in fancy can you see?
  • 424.  
    The road to laughter beckons me,
    The road to all that's best; The home road where I nightly see
  • 425.  
    JUST about the time the clouds are blackest
    Let your thoughts go roving to the sun, Just about the time your job is hardest
  • 426.  
    His mother's eyes are saddened, and her cheeks
    are stained with tears, And I'm facing now the struggle that I've
  • 427.  
    Looks as though a cyclone hit himâ??
    Can't buy clothes that seem to fit him; An' his cheeks are rough like leather,
  • 428.  
    I never knew the joy of getting home,
    I never knew how fast a heart could beat; I never tasted joy,
  • 429.  
    The boys upon the honor roll, God bless them all, I pray!
    God watch them when they sleep at night, and guard them through the day. We've stamped their names upon our walls, the list in glory grows,
  • 430.  
    I think my country needs my vote,
    I know it doesn't need my throat, My lungs and larynx, too;
  • 431.  
    O, SAD and solemn holy day,
    O, bitterest of bitter hours! Behold He staggers on His way
  • 432.  
    HE took off his hat to the woman next door,
    But he wouldn't do that for his wife; He picked up the handkerchief dropped Jon the floor,
  • 433.  
    A boy and his dad on a fishing trip-
    There is a glorious fellowship! Father and son and the open sky,
  • 434.  
    Last night Pa said to Ma: 'My dear, it's gettin' on to fall,
    It's time I did a little job I do not like at all. I wisht 'at I was rich enough to hire a man to do
  • 435.  
    When winter shuts a fellow in and turns the lock upon his door,
    There's nothing else for him to do but sit and dream his bygones o'er. And then before an open fire he smokes his pipe, while in the blaze
  • 436.  
    There are noises that freeze up the blood,
    There's the sound of the burglar at night As he's picking the lock, and the thud
  • 437.  
    To-day it's dirt and dust and steam,
    To-morrow it will be the same, And through it all the soul must dream
  • 438.  
    No use frettin' when the rain comes down,
    No use grievin' when the gray clouds frown, No use sighin' when the wind blows strong,
  • 439.  
    I saw him in the distance, as the train went speeding by,
    A shivery little fellow standing in the sun to dry. And a little pile of clothing very near him I could see:
  • 440.  
    When mother baked an angel cake we kids would gather round
    An' watch her gentle hands at work, an' never make a sound; We'd watch her stir the eggs an' flour an' powdered sugar, too,
  • 441.  
    IF you like a brother here,
    Tell him so; If you hold his friendship dear,
  • 442.  
    June is here, the month of roses, month of brides and month of bees,
    Weaving garlands for our lassies, whispering love songs in the trees, Painting scenes of gorgeous splendor, canvases no man could brush,
  • 443.  
    No war is won by cannon fire alone;
    The soldier bears the grim and dreary role; He dies to serve the Flag that he has known;
  • 444.  
    We've raised a flagpole on the farm
    And flung Old Glory to the sky, And it's another touch of charm
  • 445.  
    Little lady at the altar,
    Vowing by God's book and psalter To be faithful, fond and true
  • 446.  
    I might wish the world were better,
    I might sit around and sigh For a water that is wetter
  • 447.  
    We were settin' there an' smokin' of our pipes, discussin' things,
    Like licker, votes for wimmin, an' the totterin'thrones o' kings, When he ups an' strokes his whiskers with his hand an' says t'me:
  • 448.  
    Way out in the woods there are brothers who read
    By the light of a candle, in Greek, And in far away places are thousands, indeed,
  • 449.  
    Lady in the show case carriage,
    Do not think that I'm a bear; Not for worlds would I disparage
  • 450.  
    We're queer folks here.
    We'll talk about the weather, The good times we have had together,
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

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