Poems by Edgar Albert Guest
Sausage
... When the morning meal meant something more than vain and idle show ...
The Little Old Man
... With a thin little voice that goes "crack!" when he speaks, ...
July The Fourth
... Oh God, fling back heaven's curtains now! Let our forefathers see ...
For Your Boy And Mine
... We'd tramp the world on sunny days, both light of heart and mind, ...
Courage
... With the patience to work and the strength to wait ...
Curly Locks
... That beyond your youth there are joy and truth, ...
His Pa
... An' he knows the kids by their first names, too, ...
Signs
... When they know that good old Santa has begun to pack his sleigh ...
A Scare
... But there's nothing that frightens me more ...
Taking His Place
... His step has claimed the old-time swing, ...
The Old Wooden Tub
... And sometimes splashed it on our legs, and rent the air with wails, ...
A Lesson From Golf
... He merely shrugged his shoulders, and then coolly played the next, ...
Defeat
... But she never can say that he's downed ...
Checking The Day
... But checking deeds with what they cost, ...
Youth
... Let failure strikeit still should find me working ...
