Poems by Edgar Albert Guest
Be Cheerful
... You won't know a thing about it ...
The Homecomers Song
... For my heart's beating now with expectancy's thrill, ...
Departed Friends
... Their presence hovers round us still ...
Mother's Job
... To me through thick and thin he'll stick, ...
Mark Twain
... Mark Twain is dead! 'T is false, I'll not believe, ...
Carry On
... They spoke it when their hope was low and when their strength gave out ...
The Path That Leads To Home
... Oh, north and south and east and west ...
The Card Clubs First Meeting
... With arms around each other's waists they sat and planned things out, ...
The Mother On The Sidewalk
... You may boast men's deeds of glory, you may tell their courage great, ...
General Pershing
... O'er the fertile fields of Freedom, where the forms of heroes sleep, ...
The Town Of Nothing-To-Do
... When he's faced life's test, and his hands will rest ...
Grace At Evening
... Grant, when the shades of night shall fall, ...
When We Play The Fool
... " she said. I answered: "The dead are a long time dead, ...
The Sulkers
... But those who whine because they're hit ...
Learn To Smile
... "Teach the symbol to your children, pass it down through all the years ...
