Edgar Albert Guest Poems

Laughter sort o' settles breakfast better than digestive pills;
Found it, somehow in my travels, cure for every sort of ills;
When the hired help have riled me with their slipshod, careless ways,
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The smell of arnica is strong,
And mother's time is spent
In rubbing father's arms and back
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YOU can't pay back in dollars what your father does for you,
You can't repay in kindness all the tenderness he shows;
You little know the perils he has safely brought you through,
And the wealth of Rockefeller this account would never close.
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I do not think all failure's undeserved,
And all success is merely someone's luck;
Some men are down because they were unnerved,
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OTHERS may laugh at my feeble endeavor
To capture life's prizes, and others may sneer;
The whole world may loudly declare I shall never
Be worthy the gunpowder to blow me from here.
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He was going to be all that a mortal should be
Tomorrow.
No one should be kinder or braver than he
Tomorrow.
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WE play at our house and have all sorts of fun,
An' there's always a game when supper is done;
An' at our house there's marks on the walls an' the stairs,
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Though victory's proof of the skill you possess,
Defeat is the proof of your grit;
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I might have been rich if I'd wanted the gold instead of the friendships
I've made.
I might have had fame if I'd sought for renown in the hours when I
purposely played.
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There are different kinds of heroes, there are some you hear about.
They get their pictures printed, and their names the newsboys shout;
There are heroes known to glory that were not afraid to die
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