Edgar Albert Guest Poems

Home was never home before,
Till the baby came.
Love no golden jewels wore,
Till the baby came.
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Over the hills of time to the valley of endless years;
Over the roads of woe to the land that is free from tears
Up from the haunts of men to the place where the angels are,
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Send her a valentine to say
You love her in the same old way.
Just drop the long familiar ways
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Seems only just a year ago that he was toddling round the place
In pretty little colored suits and with a pink and shining face.
I used to hold him in my arms to watch when our canary sang,
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She said she was sorry the weather was bad
The night that she asked us to dine;
And she really appeared inexpressibly sad
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We need a few more optimists,
The kind that double up their fists
And set their jaws, determined-like,
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She is gentle, kind and fair,
And there's silver in her hair;
She has known the touch of sorrow,
But the smile of her is sweet;
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The little house has grown too small, or rather we have grown
Too big to dwell within the walls where all our joys were known.
And so, obedient to the wish of her we love so well,
I have agreed for sordid gold the little home to sell.
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Out in the woods with a dog an' gun
Is my idea of a real day's fun.
'Tain't the birds that I'm out to kill
That furnish me with the finest thrill,
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Under the toiler's grimy shirt,
Under the sweat and the grease and dirt,
Under the rough outside you view,
Is a man who thinks and feels as you.
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