Edgar Albert Guest Poems

Mother for me made excuses
When I was a little lad;
Found some reason for my conduct
When it had been very bad.
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There's a heap of pent-up goodness
in the yellow bantam corn,
And I sort o' like to linger
round a berry patch at morn;
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To live as gently as I can;
To be, no matter where, a man;
To take what comes of good or ill
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Can't is the worst word that's written or spoken;
Doing more harm here than slander and lies;
On it is many a strong spirit broken,
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AFTER all is said and done,
After all the work and fun,
After all the sighing's over
And the laughter fades away,
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Be Cheerful
The world is bright and sunny —
If you haven't any money,
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WE play at our house and have all sorts of fun,
An' there's always a game when supper is done;
An' at our house there's marks on the walls an' the stairs,
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CAN you go to another who wins in the fight
And give him a hand-shake that 's true?
Do you find yourself feeling a sense of delight
In the good work another may do?
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Life is a jest;
Take the delight of it.
Laughter is best;
Sing through the night of it.
Swiftly the tear
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IT 'S a wonderful world when you sum it all up,
And we ought to be glad we are in it;
The fellow who drinks from old Misery's cup
Gets the goblet of joy the next minute.
In a wonderful way
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