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The Handy Man
The handy man about the houseIs old and bent and gray;Each morning in the yard he toils,Where all the children play;Some new task every day he..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Love Of The Game
There is too much of sighing, and weavingOf pitiful tales of despair.There is too much of wailing and grieving,And too much of railing at care.There..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Fisherman
Along a stream that raced and ranThrough tangled trees and over stones,That long had heard the pipes o' PanAnd shared the joys that nature owns,I met..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Other Fellow
Whose luck is better far than ours?The other fellow's.Whose road seems always lined with flowers?The other fellow's.Who is the man who seems to..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Lure That Failed
I know a wonderful land, I said,Where the skies are always blue,Where on chocolate drops are the children fed,And coconut cookies, too;Where puppy..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Job
The job will not make you, my boy;The job will not bring you to fameOr riches or honor or joyOr add any weight to your name.You may fail or succeed..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Truth About Envy
I like to see the flowers grow,To see the pansies in a row;I think a well-kept garden's fine,And wish that such a one were mine;But one can't have a..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Another Mouth To Feed
We've got another mouth to feed,From out our little store;To satisfy another's needIs now my daily chore.A growing family is ours,Beyond the..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Little Hurts
Every night she runs to meWith a bandaged arm or a bandaged knee,A stone-bruised heel or a swollen brow,And in sorrowful tones she tells me howShe..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Little Church
The little church of Long Ago, where as a boy I satWith mother in the family pew and fumbled with my hat—How I would like to see it now the way I saw..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Fishing Outfit
You may talk of stylish raiment,You may boast your broadcloth fine,And the price you gave in paymentMay be treble that of mine.But there's one suit..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Summer Children
I like 'em, in the winter when their cheeks are slightly pale,I like 'em in the spring time when the March winds blow a gale;But when summer suns..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Yesterday
I've trod the links with many a man,And played him club for club;'Tis scarce a year since I beganAnd I am still a dub.But this I've noticed as we..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Sacrifice
When he has more than he can eatTo feed a stranger's not a feat.When he has more than he can spendIt isn't hard to give or lend.Who gives but what..
© Edgar Albert Guest
When Mother Cooked With Wood
I do not quarrel with the gas,Our modern range is fine,The ancient stove was doomed to passFrom Time's grim firing line,Yet now and then there comes..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Fine Sight
I reckon the finest sight of allThat a man can see in this world of oursAin't the works of art on the gallery wall,Or the red an' white o' the fust..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Signs
It's 'be a good boy, Willie,'And it's 'run away and play,For Santa Claus is comingWith his reindeer and his sleigh.'It's 'mind what mother tells..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Childless
If certain folks that I know wellShould come to me their woes to tellI'd read the sorrow in their facesAnd I could analyze their cases.I watch some..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Boy's Tribute
Prettiest girl I've ever seenIs Ma.Lovelier than any queenIs Ma.Girls with curls go walking by,Dainty, graceful, bold an' shy,But the one that takes..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Boost For Modern Methods
In some respects the old days were perhaps ahead of these,Before we got to wanting wealth and costly luxuries;Perhaps the world was happier then, I'm..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Just Folks
We're queer folks here.We'll talk about the weather,The good times we have had together,The good times near,The roses buddin', an' the beesOnce more..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Old, Old Story
I have no wish to rail at fate,And vow that I'm unfairly treated;I do not give vent to my hateBecause at times I am defeated.Life has its ups and..
© 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 enjoyDon't seem to be..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Unimportant Differences
If he is honest, kindly, true,And glad to work from day to day;If when his bit of toil is throughWith children he will stoop to play;If he does..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Weaver
The patter of rain on the roof,The glint of the sun on the rose;Of life, these the warp and the woof,The weaving that everyone knows.Now grief with..
© Edgar Albert Guest