Edgar Albert Guest

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

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

121. The Temple - What Makes It Of Worth 8/14/2014
122. Easy Service 8/14/2014
123. Drafted 8/14/2014
124. The Girl He Left Behind 8/14/2014
125. The Wrist Watch Man 8/14/2014
126. He Who Serves 8/14/2014
127. For Your Boy And Mine 8/14/2014
128. I See You'Ve Travelled Some 8/14/2014
129. The New Year 8/14/2014
130. Taking His Place 8/14/2014
131. Follow A Famous Father 8/14/2014
132. Your Country Needs You 8/14/2014
133. A Patriot 8/14/2014
134. Envy 8/14/2014
135. The Unsettled Scores 8/14/2014
136. Move We Adjourn 8/14/2014
137. The Waiter At The Camp 8/14/2014
138. His Room 8/14/2014
139. Soldierly 8/14/2014
140. The Lamb Skin 8/14/2014
141. The Change 8/14/2014
142. Good Luck 8/14/2014
143. The Joy To Be 8/14/2014
144. The Time For Deeds 8/14/2014
145. The Call To Service 8/14/2014
146. Kelly Ingram 8/14/2014
147. So Easy 8/14/2014
148. Everywhere In America 8/14/2014
149. Over Here 8/14/2014
150. The Chip On Your Shoulder 8/14/2014
151. The Fellowship Of Books 8/14/2014
152. The Flag 8/14/2014
153. A Discussion 8/14/2014
154. A Boy At Christmas 8/14/2014
155. All For The Best 8/14/2014
156. Hope 8/14/2014
157. A Woman's Ways 8/14/2014
158. When We'Re All Alike 8/14/2014
159. To A Little Girl 8/14/2014
160. Afraid Of His Dad 8/14/2014

Comments about Edgar Albert Guest

  • Angela Bull (6/20/2016 12:17:00 AM)

    Does any one know the name of this Edgar A Guest poem:
    He who has smoothed another's way
    And left a long remembered day
    With one whose heart was sick with pain
    Need never say he's lived in vain.
    He who has done one kindly deed
    And served another's hour of need
    Has truly justified his birth
    And made this world a richer earth.

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  • Carolyn Collins (11/13/2015 1:22:00 PM)

    I have Collected Verse of Edgar A. Guest and have always loved his poems. I ran across one in an old newspaper during or after the war entitled The VIctory Loan but it isn't in my book. I should have copied it down, but didn't. Does anyone have it?

  • Chester Copeland (10/9/2014 9:12:00 AM)

    I have a copy of a poem, attributed to Edgar Guest, entitled The Lighthouse Keeper Wonders. I cannot locate this poem under his name in these listings. Can anyone offer an explanation?

    The poem is about the speculations of an ex-lighthouse keeper who was put ashore (retired) by the mechanical automation of his lighthouse.

  • Lorrie Martinez (11/3/2013 8:35:00 PM)

    I have the original writing of I follow the famous father it's on a brown paper bag it is sign by Edgar Albert Guest himself. It was in a frame with a document and it was behind the document

  • Jeanette Porter (9/1/2013 9:33:00 AM)

    Edgar Guest was not just a poet but a teacher of what we would call now long lost morals. Although I am much to young to have seen his poetry in print I can say without a doubt he shaped my life and is a large part of who I am today. Brilliant poet!

  • 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!

  • 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.

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 ...

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Hard Luck

Ain't no use as I can see
In sittin' underneath a tree
An' growlin' that your luck is bad,
An' that your life is extry sad;
Your life ain't sadder than your neighbor's
Nor any harder are your labors;
It rains on him the same as you,
An' he has work he hates to do;
An' he gits tired an' he gits cross,

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