Edgar Albert Guest Poems

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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He tore the curtains yesterday,
And scratched the paper on the wall;
Ma's rubbers, too, have gone astray—
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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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The great were once as you.
They whom men magnify to-day
Once groped and blundered on life's way,
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If I knew a better country in this glorious world today
Where a man's work hours are shorter and he's drawing bigger pay,
If the Briton or the Frenchman had an easier life than mine,
I'd pack my goods this minute and I'd sail across the brine.
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Lord let me not in service lag.
Let me be worthy of our flag.
Let me remember when I'm tired,
The sons heroic who have died.
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We have room for the man with an honest dream,
With his heart on fire and his eyes agleam;
We have room for the man with a purpose true,
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GLAD to be back home again,
Where abide the friendly men;
Glad to see the same old scenes
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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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