Poems by Edgar Albert Guest
The Summer Children
... When they're brown as little berries and they're bare of foot and head, ...
The Auto
... It has its faults, but still I sing: ...
The Neighborly Man
... I'd like to be a neighbor in the good old-fashioned way, ...
Until She Died
... Our faith, which had not known the test, ...
At Pelletier's
... We just stretched our souls and let them ...
Expectation
... Or they'll wail that the treatment they're gettin' is bad ...
Baby Feet
... Thinking all their wanderings fair, ...
Clinching The Bolt
... But he begrudged the extra turn, and when the task was through, ...
What Makes An Artist
... No, indeed! He need not work with paint and brush to show his love of art ...
The Cookie-Lady
... You will scar their hearts with sorrow ...
A Preference
... I'd rather praise them for their worth ...
The Fisherman
... Through tangled trees and over stones, ...
Questions
... Would you give up the hours that he's on your knee ...
Father's Chore
... Now the distance from the ice box to the sink's not very far-- ...
To A Kindly Critic
... If it's error to cherish the hope, through and through, ...
