Edgar Albert Guest Poems

There've been times we'd disagree
Somethin' awful, Ma an' me;
Times when I would bang the door
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SEPTEMBER with her brushes dipped in dazzling red and gold
Now comes to paint the valleys and the hills;
And we forget completely that the year is getting old
As we gaze upon the color that she spills.
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I'd rather be the willing horse that people ride to death
Than be the proud and haughty steed that children dare not touch;
I'd rather haul a merry pack and finish out of breath
Than never leave the barn to toil because I'm worth too much.
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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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Send her a valentine to say
You love her in the same old way.
Just drop the long familiar ways
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Seems only just a year ago that he was toddling round the place
In pretty little colored suits and with a pink and shining face.
I used to hold him in my arms to watch when our canary sang,
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She said she was sorry the weather was bad
The night that she asked us to dine;
And she really appeared inexpressibly sad
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We need a few more optimists,
The kind that double up their fists
And set their jaws, determined-like,
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She is gentle, kind and fair,
And there's silver in her hair;
She has known the touch of sorrow,
But the smile of her is sweet;
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