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Toys
I can pass up the lure of a jewel to wearWith never the trace of a sigh,The things on a shelf that I'd like for myselfI never regret I can't buy.I..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
The Open Fire
There in the flame of the open grate,All that is good in the past I see:Red-lipped youth on the swinging gate,Bright-eyed youth with its..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
Questions
Would you sell your boy for a stack of gold?Would you miss that hand that is yours to hold?Would you take a fortune and never seeThe man, in a few..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
The Price Of Riches
Nobody stops at the rich man's door to pass the time of day.Nobody shouts a 'hello!' to him in the good old-fashioned way.Nobody comes to his porch..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
The Man To Be
Some day the world will need a man of courage in a time of doubt,And somewhere, as a little boy, that future hero plays about.Within some humble..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
The Day Of Days
A year is filled with glad events:The best is Christmas day,But every holiday presentsIts special round of play,And looking back on boyhood nowAnd..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
Hollyhocks
Old-fashioned flowers! I love them all:The morning-glories on the wall,The pansies in their patch of shade,The violets, stolen from a glade,The..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
The Old-Time Family
It makes me smile to hear 'em tell each other nowadaysThe burdens they are bearing, with a child or two to raise.Of course the cost of living has..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
The Sorrow Tugs
There's a lot of joy in the smiling world,there's plenty of morning sun,And laughter and songs and dances, too,when-ever the day's work's done;Full..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
As Fall The Leaves
As fall the leaves, so drop the daysIn silence from the tree of life;Born for a little while to blazeIn action in the heat of strife,And then to..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
The Perfect Dinner Table
A table cloth that's slightly soiledWhere greasy little hands have toiled;The napkins kept in silver rings,And only ordinary thingsFrom which to eat..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
A Wish
I'd like to be a boy again, a care-free prince of joy again,I'd like to tread the hills and dales the way I used to do;I'd like the tattered shirt..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
Warriors
We all are warriors with sin. Crusading knights,we come to earthWith spotless plumes and shining shields to joustwith foes and prove our worth.The..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
We'Ve Had A Letter From The Boy
We've had a letter from the boy,And oh, the gladness and the joyIt brought to us! We read it o'erI'd say a dozen times or more.We laughed until the..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
Defeat
No one is beat till he quits,No one is through till he stops,No matter how hard Failure hits,No matter how often he drops,A fellow's not down till he..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
The Finer Thought
How fine it is at night to say:'I have not wronged a soul to-day.I have not by a word or deed,In any breast sowed anger's seed,Or caused a fellow..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
The Peaceful Warriors
Let others sing their songs of warAnd chant their hymns of splendid death,Let others praise the soldiers' waysAnd hail the cannon's flaming..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
Spring In The Trenches
It's coming time for planting in that little patch of ground,Where the lad and I made merry as he followed me around;The sun is getting higher, and..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
Treasures
Some folks I know, when friends drop inTo visit for awhile and chin,Just lead them round the rooms and hallsAnd show them pictures on their walls,And..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
Mother's Day
Let every day be Mother's Day!Make roses grow along her wayAnd beauty everywhere.Oh, never let her eyes be wetWith tears of sorrow or regret,And..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
The Broken Drum
There is sorrow in the household;There's a grief too hard to bear;There's a little cheek that's tear-stainedThere's a sobbing baby there.And try how..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
The Ready Artists
The green is in the meadow and the blue is in the sky,And all of Nature's artists have their colors handy by;With a few days bright with sunshine and..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
No Place To Go
The happiest nightsI ever knowAre those when I'veNo place to go,And the missus saysWhen the day is through:'To-night we haven'tA thing to do.'Oh, the..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
The Mother On The Sidewalk
The mother on the sidewalk as the troops are marching byIs the mother of Old Glory that is waving in the sky.Men have fought to keep it splendid, men..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
If You Would Please Me
If you would please me when I've passed awayLet not your grief embitter you. Be brave;Turn with full courage from my mounded graveAnd smile upon the..
©  Edgar Albert Guest