Edgar Albert Guest Poems

All things grow lovely in a little while,
The brush of memory paints a canvas fair;
The dead face through the ages wears a smile,
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It needed just an extra turn to make the bolt secure,
A few more minutes on the job and then the work was sure;
But he begrudged the extra turn, and when the task was through,
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Perhaps the victory shall not come to me,
Perhaps I shall not reach the goal I seek,
It may be at the last I shall be weak
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A feller isn't thinkin' mean,
Out fishin';
His thoughts are mostly good an' clean,
Out fishin'.
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Last night he said the dead were dead
And scoffed my faith to scorn;
I found him at a tulip bed
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The house is as it was when she was here;
There's nothing changed at all about the place;
The books she loved to read are waiting near
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Out near the links where I go to play
My favorite game from day to day,
There's a friend of mine that I've never met
Walked with or broken bread with, yet
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For this and that and various things
It seems that men must get together,
To purchase cups or diamond rings
Or to discuss the price of leather.
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I stood and watched him playing,
A little lad of three,
And back to me came straying
The years that used to be;
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I'M not kicking on expenses, now the sewing time commences,
I will buy chiffon and laces till they say they've got enough;
Sure her dress for graduation shall excite the admiration
Of the masses who behold her; it shall be the finest stuff.
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