Poems by Edgar Guest

He never had time to play with the boys,
To romp in the meadows or loll in the shade,
He neve...

If somebody loves you,
You cannot be sad;
You've cause for rejoicing,
You've cause to be gl...

I love the little children,
And I like them on my knee;
I like to hear their laughter,
And ...

Cover their graves with the blossoms of May,
Strew them with blooms from the garden of love;
...

The honeymoon is over now,
The glamour of the wedding tour
Has rubbed and tarnished, very muc...

A little face all wreathed in smiles,
A little forehead crowned with gold;
A blossom gathered...

I O Lord, if heedless we have been
Fighting the fight the whole year through;
If we have fal...

My father knows the proper way
The nation should be run;
He tells us children every day
Just ...

I like sometimes to sit and think
About the good old days,
When I was sixteen years of age
An...