Edgar Albert Guest
Edgar Albert Guest Poems
|963.||He Who Serves||3/29/2010|
|965.||The Little Orphan||1/1/2004|
|969.||A Father's Prayer||3/29/2010|
|970.||The Bachelor's Soliloquy||1/1/2004|
|971.||A Toast To The Men||1/1/2004|
|974.||See It Through||1/1/2004|
How much grit do you think you've got?
Can you quit a thing that you like a lot?
You may talk of pluck; it's an easy word,
And where'er you go it is often heard;
But can you tell to a jot or guess
Just how much courage you now possess?
You may stand to trouble and keep your grin,
But have you tackled self-discipline?
Have you ever issued commands to you
To quit the things that you like to do,
And then, when tempted and sorely swayed,
Those rigid orders have you obeyed?
Don't boast of your grit till you've tried it out,
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