Edgar Albert Guest

When Father Shook The Stove By Edgar Albert Guest

When Father Shook The Stove By Edgar Albert Guest

When Father Shook The Stove ‘Twas not so many years ago, Say, twenty-two or three, When zero weather or below Held many a thrill for me. Then in my icy room I slept A youngster’s sweet repose, And always on my form I kept My flannel underclothes. Then I was roused by sudden shock Though ... »

Under The Skin Of Men By Edgar Albert Guest

Under The Skin Of Men By Edgar Albert Guest

Under The Skin Of Men Did you ever sit down and talk with men In a serious sort of a way, On their views of life and ponder then On all that they have to say? If not, you should in some quiet hour; It’s a glorious thing to do: For you’ll find that back of the pomp and power Most men have... »

Thoughts Of A Soldier By Edgar Albert Guest

Thoughts Of A Soldier By Edgar Albert Guest

Thoughts Of A Soldier Since men with life must purchase life And some must die that more may live, Unto the Great Cashier of strife A fine accounting let me give. Perhaps to-morrow I shall stand Before his cage, prepared to buy New splendor for my native land: Oh, God, then bravely let me die! If af... »

The Tragedy Of Age By Edgar Albert Guest

The Tragedy Of Age By Edgar Albert Guest

The Tragedy Of Age I HEARD an old man say today: ‘A young man gives me orders now,’ A beardless youth gets better pay And tells me what to do and how; While I have toiled for forty years, A stripling enters in the race And with a single bound appears And eagerly usurps my place. ‘I... »

The Simple Toilers By Edgar Albert Guest

The Simple Toilers By Edgar Albert Guest

The Simple Toilers JUST to do the little things And do them well from day to day, Enough of satisfaction brings To those who tread the simple way; To make the striving here worth while They do not ask for glories great, They’re happy with the rank and file And are content to work and wait. The... »

The Path O’ Little Children By Edgar Albert Guest

The Path O’ Little Children By Edgar Albert Guest

The Path O’ Little Children The path o’ little children is the path I want to tread, Where green is every valley and every rose is red, Where laughter’s always ringing and every smile is real, And where the hurts are little hurts that just a kiss will heal. The path o’ little... »

The Man Of His Word By Edgar Albert Guest

The Man Of His Word By Edgar Albert Guest

The Man Of His Word THE man of his word met a maid on the beach, I The fine art of swimming he offered to teach If she ‘d go with him in the water so blue. She sighed and said: ‘ Mister, if I go with you, You must promise me faithfully here on the sands That you won’t splash the wa... »

The Kindergarten Miss By Edgar Albert Guest

The Kindergarten Miss By Edgar Albert Guest

The Kindergarten Miss The little kindergarten miss, Source of all my joy and bliss, Every evening in the window Waits and watches just for me; Waits and watches for her daddy, And I see her waving paddie As I hurry, hurry homeward In the twilight joyfully. Then when I have snatched a kiss That sweet... »

The Good Little Boy By Edgar Albert Guest

The Good Little Boy By Edgar Albert Guest

The Good Little Boy Once there was a boy who never Tore his clothes, or hardly ever, Never made his sister mad, Never whipped fer bein’ bad, Never scolded by his Ma, Never frowned at by his Pa, Always fit fer folks to see, Always good as good could be. This good little boy from Heaven, So I... »

The Family’s Homely Man By Edgar Albert Guest

The Family’s Homely Man By Edgar Albert Guest

The Family’s Homely Man There never was a family without its homely man, With legs a little longer than the ordinary plan, An’ a shock of hair that brush an’ comb can’t ever straighten out, An’ hands that somehow never seem to know what they’re about; The one with... »

The Christmas Box By Edgar Albert Guest

The Christmas Box By Edgar Albert Guest

The Christmas Box Oh, we have shipped his Christmas box with ribbons red ’tis tied, And he shall find the things he likes from them he loves inside, But he must miss the kisses true and all the laughter gay And he must miss the smiles of home upon his Christmas Day. He’ll spend his Chris... »

The Better Job By Edgar Albert Guest

The Better Job By Edgar Albert Guest

The Better Job If I were running a factory I’d stick up a sign for all to see, I’d print it large and I’d nail it high On every wall that the men walked by, And I’d have it carry this sentence clear: ‘The Better Job that you want is here!’* It’s the common t... »

St. Louis A Song Of The City By Edgar Albert Guest

St. Louis A Song Of The City By Edgar Albert Guest

St. Louis A Song Of The City I was in St. Louis when their mystic Prophet came From his dark, mysterious haunts to gaze upon the throngs. None had ever seen his face and none could tell his name. Yet they greeted him with cheers and welcomed him with songs. ‘Who is he?’ I asked of men, s... »

Satisfied With Life By Edgar Albert Guest

Satisfied With Life By Edgar Albert Guest

Satisfied With Life I have known the green trees and the skies overhead And the blossoms of spring and the fragrance they shed; I have known the blue sea, and the mountains afar And the song of the pines and the light of a star; And should I pass now, I could say with a smile That my pilgrimage here... »

Pleasing Dad By Edgar Albert Guest

Pleasing Dad By Edgar Albert Guest

Pleasing Dad When I was but a little lad, not more than two or three, I noticed in a general way my dad was proud of me. He liked the little ways I had, the simple things I said; Sometimes he gave me words of praise, sometimes he stroked my head; And when I’d done a thing worth while, the thou... »

Old Years And New By Edgar Albert Guest

Old Years And New By Edgar Albert Guest

Old Years And New Old years and new years, all blended into one, The best of what there is to be, the best of what is gone- Let’s bury all the failures in the dim and dusty past And keep the smiles of friendship and laughter to the last. Old years and new years, life’s in the making stil... »

My Creed By Edgar Albert Guest

My Creed By Edgar Albert Guest

My Creed To live as gently as I can; To be, no matter where, a man; To take what comes of good or ill And cling to faith and honor still; To do my best, and let that stand The record of my brain and hand; And then, should failure come to me, Still work and hope for victory. To have no secret place w... »

Ma And The Auto By Edgar Albert Guest

Ma And The Auto By Edgar Albert Guest

Ma And The Auto Before we take an auto ride Pa says to Ma: ‘My dear, Now just remember I don’t need suggestions from the rear. If you will just sit still back there and hold in check your fright, I’ll take you where you want to go and get you back all right. Remember that my hearin... »

Life Is What We Make It By Edgar Albert Guest

Life Is What We Make It By Edgar Albert Guest

Life Is What We Make It Life is a jest; Take the delight of it. Laughter is best; Sing through the night of it. Swiftly the tear And the hurt and the ache of it Find us down here; Life must be what we make of it. Life is a song; Dance to the thrill of it. Grief’s hours are long, And cold is th... »

I’Ll Never Be Rich By Edgar Albert Guest

I’Ll Never Be Rich By Edgar Albert Guest

I’Ll Never Be Rich I’LL never be rich. I’m too fond of the joy Of a certain small girl And a certain small boy; And the nights full of fun And the days full of play, And the romp and the run At the end of the day. I’ll never be rich. I’m too eager to share In the joys t... »

His Dog By Edgar Albert Guest

His Dog By Edgar Albert Guest

His Dog Pete bristles when the doorbell rings. Last night he didn’t act the same. Dogs have a way of knowin’ things, An’ when the dreaded cable came, He looked at mother an’ he whined His soft, low sign of somethin’ wrong, As though he knew that we should find The news ... »

Glad By Edgar Albert Guest

Glad By Edgar Albert Guest

Glad 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; Ah, it’s weeks since she trundled it there! There are building blocks strewn in the hall, And a train of cars wrecked on the track, And I smile as I gaze at... »

Faith By Edgar Albert Guest

Faith By Edgar Albert Guest

Faith This much I know: God does not wrong us here, Though oft His judgments seem severe And reason falters ‘neath the blow, Some day we’ll learn ’twas better so. So oft I’ve erred In trifling matters of my own concern; So oft I’ve blundered at the simplest turn, Chosen... »

Dan Mcgann Declares Himself By Edgar Albert Guest

Dan Mcgann Declares Himself By Edgar Albert Guest

Dan Mcgann Declares Himself Said Dan McGann to a foreign man who worked at the selfsame bench, ‘Let me tell you this,’ and for emphasis he flourished a Stilson wrench; ‘Don’t talk to me of the bourjoissee, don’t open your mouth to speak Of your socialists or your anarch... »

Best Way To Read A Book By Edgar Albert Guest

Best Way To Read A Book By Edgar Albert Guest

Best Way To Read A Book Best way to read a book I know Is get a lad of six or so, And curl him up upon my knee Deep in a big arm chair, where we Can catch the warmth of blazing coals, And then let two contented souls Melt into one, old age and youth, Sharing adventure’s marvelous truth. I read... »

As It Goes By Edgar Albert Guest

As It Goes By Edgar Albert Guest

As It Goes In the corner she’s left the mechanical toy, On the chair is her Teddy Bear fine; The things that I thought she would really enjoy Don’t seem to be quite in her line. There’s the flaxen-haired doll that is lovely to see And really expensively dressed, Left alone, all unc... »

A Valentine By Edgar Albert Guest

A Valentine By Edgar Albert Guest

A Valentine YOUR cheeks are pinker than the rose, Your eyes are bluer than the skies; Than you no fairer blossom grows, In you all earthly sweetness lies. Without you life were drear to me, I dream of you the night long through; Oh, sweetheart! hear my humble plea: Please let me hook your waists for... »

A Fine Sight By Edgar Albert Guest

A Fine Sight By Edgar Albert Guest

A Fine Sight I reckon the finest sight of all That a man can see in this world of ours Ain’t the works of art on the gallery wall, Or the red an’ white o’ the fust spring flowers, Or a hoard o’ gold from the yellow mines; But the’ sight that’ll make ye want t̵... »

Wisdom’s Haunts By Edgar Albert Guest

Wisdom’s Haunts By Edgar Albert Guest

Wisdom’s Haunts 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, Who several languages speak. I have sat near a stove in a queer little store Where the farmers were gathered, and heard A learned discussion of cla... »

When We Were Kids By Edgar Albert Guest

When We Were Kids By Edgar Albert Guest

When We Were Kids WHEN we wuz kids together, an’ we didn’t have a care, In the lazy days of summer, when our feet wuz allus bare, When a hat warn’t necessary, an’ a necktie in the way, An’ there warn’t a blessed thing t’ do but scamper off an’ play; Th... »

What I Call Living By Edgar Albert Guest

What I Call Living By Edgar Albert Guest

What I Call Living The miser thinks he’s living when he’s hoarding up his gold; The soldier calls it living when he’s doing something bold; The sailor thinks it living to be tossed upon the sea, And upon this vital subject no two of us agree. But I hold to the opinion, as I walk my... »

Trouble Brings Friends By Edgar Albert Guest

Trouble Brings Friends By Edgar Albert Guest

Trouble Brings Friends It’s seldom trouble comes alone. I’ve noticed this: When things go wrong An’ trouble comes a-visitin’, it always brings a friend along; Sometimes it’s one you’ve known before, and then perhaps it’s someone new Who stretches out a helpi... »

The World And Bud By Edgar Albert Guest

The World And Bud By Edgar Albert Guest

The World And Bud If we were all alike, what a dreadful world ‘twould be! No one would know which one was you or which of us was me. We’d never have a ‘Skinny’ or a ‘Freckles’ or a ‘Fat,’ An’ there wouldn’t be a sissy boy to wear a velvet h... »

The Things That Make A Soldier Great By Edgar Albert Guest

The Things That Make A Soldier Great By Edgar Albert Guest

The Things That Make A Soldier Great The things that make a soldier great and send him out to die, To face the flaming cannon’s mouth, nor ever question why, Are lilacs by a little porch, the row of tulips red, The peonies and pansies, too, the old petunia bed, The grass plot where his childre... »

The Right Family By Edgar Albert Guest

The Right Family By Edgar Albert Guest

The Right Family With time our notions allus change, An’ years make old idees seem strange- Take Mary there- time was when she Thought one child made a family, An’ when our eldest, Jim, was born She used to say, both night an’ morn’: ‘One little one to love an’ ke... »

The Old Days By Edgar Albert Guest

The Old Days By Edgar Albert Guest

The Old Days WHEN I was but a little tad I used to hear my dear old dad Tell friends about the good old days forever gone from him; My dear old kindly gran’dad, too, explained the merry joys he knew, When he was in his twenties, and could dance and run and swim; The burden of their song always... »

The Lonely Fight By Edgar Albert Guest

The Lonely Fight By Edgar Albert Guest

The Lonely Fight IT’S easy to be right when the multitude is cheering, It is easy to have courage when you’re fighting with the throng; But it’s altogether different when the multitude is sneering To fight for what you know is right with no one else along. It’s easy to be hon... »

The Job By Edgar Albert Guest

The Job By Edgar Albert Guest

The Job The job will not make you, my boy; The job will not bring you to fame Or riches or honor or joy Or add any weight to your name. You may fail or succeed where you are, May honestly serve or may rob; From the start to the end Your success will depend On just what you make of your job. Don̵... »

The Fun Of Forgiving By Edgar Albert Guest

The Fun Of Forgiving By Edgar Albert Guest

The Fun Of Forgiving Sometimes I’m almost glad to hear when I get home that they’ve been bad; And though I try to look severe, within my heart I’m really glad When mother sadly tells to me the list of awful things they’ve done, Because when they come tearfully, forgiving them... »

The Doctor By Edgar Albert Guest

The Doctor By Edgar Albert Guest

The Doctor I don’t see why Pa likes him so, And seems so glad to have him come; He jabs my ribs and wants to know If here and there it’s hurting some. He holds my wrist, coz there are things In there, which always jump and jerk, Then, with a telephone he brings, He listens to my breather... »

The Call Of The Woods By Edgar Albert Guest

The Call Of The Woods By Edgar Albert Guest

The Call Of The Woods I must get out to the woods again, to the whispering trees and the birds awing, 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, Out where there’s never a... »

The Approach Of Christmas By Edgar Albert Guest

The Approach Of Christmas By Edgar Albert Guest

The Approach Of Christmas There’s a little chap at our house that is being mighty good- Keeps the front lawn looking tidy in the way we’ve said he should; Doesn’t leave his little wagon, when he’s finished with his play, On the sidewalk as he used to; now he puts it right awa... »

So Easy By Edgar Albert Guest

So Easy By Edgar Albert Guest

So Easy So easy to say what another should do, So easy to settle his cares, So easy to tell him what roads to pursue, And dispose of the burdens he bears. It is easy to bid him be brave and strong, And to make all his shortcomings known; But O, it’s so hard when the care and the wrong And the ... »

Roses, Birds And Some Men By Edgar Albert Guest

Roses, Birds And Some Men By Edgar Albert Guest

Roses, Birds And Some Men The world is full of roses, blooming red for me I and you, They smile a morning welcome and are wet with heavenly dew, And every oak and maple, and every apple thorn Have a song bird on their branches singing gayly in the morn; But you never see a red rose waiting in a clou... »

Pa Did It! By Edgar Albert Guest

Pa Did It! By Edgar Albert Guest

Pa Did It! The train of cars that Santa brought is out of kilter now; While pa was showing how they went he broke the spring somehow. They used to run around a track—at least they did when he Would let me take them in my hands an’ wind ’em with a key. I could ‘a’ had some fun... »

Not A Money Debt By Edgar Albert Guest

Not A Money Debt By Edgar Albert Guest

Not A Money Debt YOU can’t pay back in dollars what your father does for you, You can’t repay in kindness all the tenderness he shows; You little know the perils he has safely brought you through, And the wealth of Rockefeller this account would never close. Just remember, as you travel,... »

Mother’s Day By Edgar Albert Guest

Mother’s Day By Edgar Albert Guest

Mother’s Day Let every day be Mother’s Day! Make roses grow along her way And beauty everywhere. Oh, never let her eyes be wet With tears of sorrow or regret, And never cease to care! Come, grown up children, and rejoice That you can hear your mother’s voice! A day for her! For you... »

Living Monuments By Edgar Albert Guest

Living Monuments By Edgar Albert Guest

Living Monuments OUR children are our monuments, The little ones we leave behind, If they are good and brave and kind, And labor here with true intents, Our lives and work perpetuate Far more than marble tablets great. Far rather would I pass away And leave a sturdy son of mine, Whom I had taught to... »

King By Edgar Albert Guest

King By Edgar Albert Guest

King GIUSEPPE TOMASSI ees stylisha chap, He wear da white collar an’ cuff, He says: ‘For expanse I no giva da rap, Da basta ees not good enough.’ When out weeth hees Rosa he wear da silk hat, An’ carry da cane lik’ da lord; He spenda hees money lik’ dees, an’... »

I’D Rather Be A Failure By Edgar Albert Guest

I’D Rather Be A Failure By Edgar Albert Guest

I’D Rather Be A Failure I’d rather be a failure than the man who’s never tried; I’d rather seek the mountain-top than always stand aside. Oh, let me hold some lofty dream and make my desperate fight, And though I fail I still shall know I tried to serve the right. The idlers ... »

Hate By Edgar Albert Guest

Hate By Edgar Albert Guest

Hate They say we must not hate, nor fight in hate. I’ve thought it over many a solemn hour, And cannot mildly view the man or state That has no thought, save only to be great; I cannot love the creature drunk with power. I hate the hand that slaughters babes at sea, I hate that will that order... »

Forgetful Pa By Edgar Albert Guest

Forgetful Pa By Edgar Albert Guest

Forgetful Pa My Pa says that he used to be A bright boy in geography; An’ when he went to school he knew The rivers an’ the mountains, too, An’ all the capitals of states An’ bound’ry lines an’ all the dates They joined the union. But last night When I was studyin... »

Endurance By Edgar Albert Guest

Endurance By Edgar Albert Guest

Endurance YOU never hear a woman boast Of her endurance, yet I vow The tiniest mite o’ a woman has More courage than a man, somehow. Lor’ bless me, when I hear a man A-braggin’ how he kep’ right on A pluggin’, fightin’ to’ards his goal, With all his hope of ... »

Consolation By Edgar Albert Guest

Consolation By Edgar Albert Guest

Consolation SO YOU ‘RE sobbin’ in the night time, an’ you ‘re sighin’ through the day, An’ your heart is ever callin’ for the loved one gone away; An’ you’re lonely, oh, so lonely! an’ there’s nothin’ friends can do, That will s... »

Aw Gee Whiz! By Edgar Albert Guest

Aw Gee Whiz! By Edgar Albert Guest

Aw Gee Whiz! Queerest little chap he is, Always saying: ‘Aw Gee Whiz!’ Needing something from the store That you’ve got to send him for And you call him from his play, Then it is you hear him say: ‘Aw Gee Whiz!’ Seems that most expressive phrase Is a part of childhood d... »

An Easy World By Edgar Albert Guest

An Easy World By Edgar Albert Guest

An Easy World It’s an easy world to live in if you choose to make it so; You never need to suffer, save the griefs that all must know; If you’ll stay upon the level and will ‘do the best you can You will never lack the friendship of a kindly fellow man. Life’s an easy road to... »

A Place At The Top By Edgar Albert Guest

A Place At The Top By Edgar Albert Guest

A Place At The Top THERE’S a place for you at the top, my boy, Are you willing to try to get it? It’s true that trouble will try to stop Your efforts, but will you let it? The road is long and the path is rough, Designed for men of the proper stuff, And you can’t get by with a comm... »

A Christmas Greeting By Edgar Albert Guest

A Christmas Greeting By Edgar Albert Guest

A Christmas Greeting Here’s to you, little mother, With your boy so far away; May the joy of service smother All your grief this Christmas day; May the magic of his splendor Thrill your spirit through and through And may all that’s fine and tender Make a smiling day for you. May you neve... »

Charms By Edgar Albert Guest

Charms By Edgar Albert Guest

Charms SWEET is a rosebud, pink or red, And sweet are the blooms of May, And sweet is the fragrance about us shed On many a summer day. Oh, the world is full of such sweetness rare To make our joys completer, But there ‘s nothing so sweet on this earth, I swear, But a baby’s smile is swe... »

When Nellie’s On The Job By Edgar Albert Guest

When Nellie’s On The Job By Edgar Albert Guest

When Nellie’s On The Job The bright spots in my life are when the servant quits the place, Although that grim disturbance brings a frown to Nellie’s face; The week between the old girl’s’ reign and entry of the new Is one that’s filled with happiness and comfort through... »