Edgar Albert Guest Poems

When winter shuts a fellow in and turns the lock upon his door,
There's nothing else for him to do but sit and dream his bygones o'er.
And then before an open fire he smokes his pipe, while in the blaze
He seems to see a picture show of all his happy yesterdays.
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Nine passed him by with a hasty look,
Each bent on his eager way;
One glance at him was the most they took,
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MINE is a song of the average man
Who has been on earth since the world began!
You'll find him kind and you'll find him true,
You'll find him cheerful and happy, too.
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When all that matters shall be written down
And the long record of our years is told,
Where sham, like flesh, must perish and grow cold;
When the tomb closes on our fair renown
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Vacation time! How glad it seemed
When as a boy I sat and dreamed
Above my school books, of the fun
That I should claim when toil was done;
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Up to the ceiling
And down to the floor,
Hear him now squealing
And calling for more.
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If you would rise above the throng
And seek the crown of fame,
You must do more than drift along
And merely play the game.
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When Mrs. Malone got a letter from Pat
She started to read it aloud in her flat.
'Dear Mary,' it started, 'I can't tell you much,
I'm somewhere in France, and I'm fightin' the Dutch;
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I'VE seen the Rockies in the west,
I've seen the canyons wild and grim,
I've seen the prairies golden dressed,
And California's hedges prim.
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IF you like a brother here,
Tell him so;
If you hold his friendship dear,
Let him know;
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