Edgar Albert Guest

(20 August 1881 - 5 August 1959 / Birmingham / England)

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

801. Since I Have Done My Best 8/14/2014
802. A Good Name 8/14/2014
803. My Religion 8/14/2014
804. Consolation 8/15/2014
805. Life's Tests 7/12/2014
806. If This Were All 7/11/2014
807. What I Call Living 7/11/2014
808. The Inn-Keeper Makes Excuses 7/11/2014
809. The Song Of Loved Ones 8/20/2014
810. Life And Hereafter 8/20/2014
811. When My Ship Comes In 8/20/2014
812. The Green Of Michigan 8/20/2014
813. For The Living 8/20/2014
814. The Lost Purse 8/27/2014
815. The Panama Canal 9/2/2014
816. When Father Shook The Stove 3/29/2010
817. The Departed 8/14/2014
818. The Obligation Of Friendship 7/14/2014
819. The Day Of Days 7/12/2014
820. Just Folks 7/12/2014
821. Vacation Time 7/12/2014
822. All That Matters 7/11/2014
823. Up To The Ceiling 7/15/2014
824. The Mother Watch 8/14/2014
825. To An Old Friend 8/14/2014
826. Mrs. Malone And The Censor 8/25/2014
827. The Average Man 8/20/2014
828. If Only I Were Santa Claus 7/15/2014
829. The Family Doctor 7/11/2014
830. Little Feet 7/12/2014
831. If I Were Santa Claus 8/27/2014
832. The Monument Of Kindness 8/20/2014
833. Endurance 8/20/2014
834. When A Little Baby Dies 7/11/2014
835. The Wrist Watch Man 3/29/2010
836. How Do You Tackle Your Work 7/12/2014
837. On Going Home For Christmas 7/12/2014
838. Grandma 8/14/2014
839. Sittin' On The Porch 8/14/2014
840. Friendship 8/15/2014

Comments about Edgar Albert Guest

  • Wyman Atkinson (6/16/2013 10:12:00 AM)

    I have and have read most of Mr. Guest's poems. I'm certain a lot would consider his work hackneyed and perhaps by to-days standard of poetry, some might agree. Edgar lived in a different time, a more simple, less complex and naive time in history. I read his work, with my head in my mother's era (1911) . Mr. Guest wrote with his heart and his soul and all of it made perfect sense. He was Detroit's poet laureate!

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  • John Burdick (6/10/2012 5:24:00 AM)

    I just love the man but wish I could find more of his biography. I would like to know about his religious beliefs.

  • Cynthia Mcleod (3/28/2012 8:59:00 PM)

    My favorite poem by Guest is not on here. That's such a shame. It's called Teamwork. Google it (:

  • Roy Altemus (5/18/2010 11:04:00 PM)

    This was so appropriate for today's drivers. It was on the back of a 1949 Hudson car manual:

    COURTESY / Edgar A. Guest © 1947

    Not the “right of way” when driving, but the simple way of right and never once forgetting to be courteous and polite.
    A little bit of patience as behind the wheel you sit and you’ll never lose a fender and a child you’ll never hit.

    Oh, the worst of phrases ringing all through motordom today is that selfish bit of wording that is known as “right of way.”
    It has filled the graves of many who have sped some road along, since death never asks the question, is the driver right or wrong.

    Just a little thought for others, just remembering to be kind, just the willingness in traffic to slow down and stay behind.
    Just the show of gracious manners which all gentle folks display, and all the accidents that happen will be fewer day by day.

    Just control that flash of temper when another sounds his horn. In the car may be a mother soon to have her baby born.
    Be considerate in your driving and be courteous and be kind, and you’ll reach your dwelling safely and you’ll keep your peace of mind.

  • Naomi Bigelow (2/8/2008 5:08:00 PM)

    I grew up listening to WJR radio out of Detroit; listening to Edgar A. Guest's son, Bud Guest was part of everyday life. I remember one of his dad's poems, 'Open-face Letters' as the earliest one I can recall. This man's poetry and his son's voice are some of the homey things from The Good Old Days. They influenced me to begin writing poetry, too. Although I ended up published with novels, I still write the occasional poem, partly due to the Guests.

  • Steven Albert (10/20/2007 3:48:00 AM)


Best Poem of Edgar Albert Guest

See It Through

When you're up against a trouble,
Meet it squarely, face to face;
Lift your chin and set your shoulders,
Plant your feet and take a brace.
When it's vain to try to dodge it,
Do the best that you can do;
You may fail, but you may conquer,
See it through!
Black may be the clouds about you
And your future may seem grim,
But don't let your nerve desert you;
Keep yourself in fighting trim.
If the worst is bound to happen,
Spite of all that you can do,
Running from it will not save you,
See it ...

Read the full of See It Through


My father knows the proper way
The nation should be run;
He tells us children every day
Just what should now be done.
He knows the way to fix the trusts,
He has a simple plan;
But if the furnace needs repairs,
We have to hire a man.
My father, in a day or two

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