Edgar Albert Guest Poems

I reckon when the world we leave
And cease to smile and cease to grieve,
When each of us shall quit the strife
And drop the working tools of life,
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Don't worry, little girl,
Don't you let one golden curl
Get awry.
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I'VE had a heap of fun and I've had a heap of sorrow,
I've had a heap of pleasure and I've had a heap of pain,
But I 'm treading just as gayly, just as bravely toward tomorrow,
And I 'm looking for the sunshine, but I 'm ready for the rain.
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UP and down the lanes of love,
With the bright blue skies above,
And the grass beneath our feet,
O, so green and O, so sweet!
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THEY tell me that I 'm spoiling you,
I The neighbors say that you should be
For all the awful things you do,
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I never knew the joy of getting home,
I never knew how fast a heart could beat;
I never tasted joy,
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Little girls are mighty nice,
Take 'em any way they come;
They are always worth their price;
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Out of it all shall come splendor and gladness;
Out of the madness and out of the sadness,
Clearer and finer the world shall arise.
Why then keep sorrow and doubt in your eyes?
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It is not ornamental, the cost is not great,
There are other things far more useful, yet truly I state,
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I WAS somewhere off in Europe spending money like a king,
Owned a yacht like J. P. Morgan's, when the 'phone began to ring;
I was entertaining princes, dukes and earls, when wifie said:
'It's the telephone that's ringing, you must hustle out of bed.'
And I wandered down the stairway, grumbling o'er my vanished joy,
Growled: 'Hello;' and then he shouted: 'You're an uncle! It's a boy!'
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