Poems by Edgar Albert Guest
To A Young Man
... Once groped and blundered on life's way, ...
First Name Friends
... But hearts grow warm and lips grow kind, and all the shamming ends, ...
His Philosophy
... that's true. It ain't fer me t' stand up now ...
Jes' Wonderin'!
... An' if he knows its secrets, too, an' holds 'em just as dear, ...
Sermons We See
... And the best of all the preachers are the men who live their creeds, ...
The Little Old-Fashioned Church
... Where only God's mercy and love were e'er preached, the want in my life seemed to fill, ...
The Homes Of Joy
... And I'll know that the youngsters are sound asleep ...
King
... (Seing an attempt to write it as Tom Daly might do) ...
The Graduation Dress
... I have watched the fuss and bustle, and this ceaseless rush and hustle, ...
The Newspaper Man
... Which is proved now and then when his keen eye grows teary ...
Greatness
... It sometimes comes from deafness and from blindness ...
Strange
... He used to say that he'd be glad if he could ever wear ...
Division
... So take what joy may come your way, ...
The Scoutmaster
... They'll give you back the splendid things you taught them how to do ...
The Lay for the Troubled Golfer
... Ive dreamed my dreams of the seventy men, and Ive worked year after year, ...
